The Dungeons

translated from the Russian

You are a beligerent drunk. You know there are better things that I could be doing than picking up your drunk arse up from the floor of a pub.

Come on. At least make an attempt to walk.

Translated from the Russian.

Lenka. ( My Lenka, please. )

*running feet skidding to a halt*

*heavy breathing slowing through a long pause*

You.

How much?

Ron,

I don't know where you are or what you're doing, and I'm not sure if I want to. I don't know what to think. Or what to do. You should come home. If St Mungo's didn't work, then we can try one of the private hospitals. Please, Ron. The Aurors are after you, and, Christ, I can't even say they shouldn't be. You locked up my best friend. For weeks--and would you have killed him? I don't know.

I don't know. This isn't you. It's not the Ron I know. Not the Ron I love.

And Malfoy...you could have hurt him. You could have killed him. What are you thinking? What are you doing? A letter came for you Tuesday. I opened it; it was from the Wizengamot. Your hearing over Lily was cancelled. Malfoy dropped the suit.

I had a match last night. I won it. I don't remember most of it. I was thinking about you.

Please, Ron. Come home. We can fix this. Please. Even after everything, I love you and I can't watch you do this to yourself. It hurts.

Love,
Viktor

Attached is a letter on heavy parchment, with a broken Wizengamot seal.