Dorcas "troubled torturer" Meadowes (electriclight) wrote in blurred_owls, @ 2009-01-16 13:52:00 |
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To the Order of the Phoenix, If you're reading this, it means that I'm either dead, presumed dead, or in the state of a vegetable such that I might as well be dead. By the way -- does anyone ever find it kind of weird that they call it a vegetative state? It's not as though you're actually a vegetable, and furthermore, vegetables can't breathe or anything like that. In reality, if my neck got snapped or my brain ruined or something like that, I think I'm more in a jelly-fishtive state. Anyway, ruminating about what state I'm in isn't really the point of a "Good-bye, cruel world," letter, is it? Hopefully, if you're reading this, I'm actually dead, and it didn't hurt all that much, though knowing the Death Eaters, it probably hurt quite a lot. Well, to them, I say, fuck you. To you, the Order of the Phoenix, I would like to say thank you. I know that we have our tiffs and our quarrels, and that some of us don't exactly like each other all of the time. But the Order has been a family to me, and so for that, I have to thank you. As some of you may know, my biological family leaves some things to be desired, and especially since Dad died, I can't say how much it has meant to me to have all of you to lean on, as friends, colleagues, and mentors. (By the way, it's probably better if you leave my body to my grandparents, Herbert and Vianne Meadowes of Birmingham, because I'm not certain that my mum wants to disrupt her nice little life with replacement children to plan my funeral. But you should probably tell her, and her address is 24 Gillingham Row, Woking, Surrey. I don't have a will, because I don't have much shit, but you guys can fight over my clothes and various books as you wish.) Furthermore, the important thing that I would like to reiterate, is that I don't want my death to have been in vain. Well, if I somehow managed to stupidly get myself hit by a bus or something, don't go hunting down the driver because it was likely an accident (actually, maybe you should look into it because he was Imperiused to kill me by Death Eaters... hmm...). The point is that in times like these, the chances that I wasn't killed by the Death Eaters are pretty slim, and by the time that we've beaten them, I'll have revised this letter so that I can talk about my tragic demise due to lung cancer or something. And really, I don't mind that I had to sacrifice my life for the greater good. Well, I can't really say that exactly, because obviously as I'm writing this, I haven't died yet, but the idea of it doesn't bother me. But if I have to die so that we have freedom and equality in Britain, than so be it. I don't want all of you guys to die, too. I want you to live long, healthy, and fantastic lives (except for Pepper -- if you let him back in, tell him he can die in a fire). But we can't stop fighting just because that's what's easy. We all know what the right thing is. We all know what has to be done. So go out there and do it. [Emmeline] Emmy, you know that before I got to Hogwarts, I didn't have a lot of (or any, actually) real friends. And you have the honour of being the first real friend that I had -- someone who I could count on, laugh with, talk about arithmancy and circumlocution and everything else with. I love you so much, and I'll never forget how much it means to me that you reached out your hand and became my friend when we were first years at Hogwarts. I'm so sorry that you're reading this. You've already lost so much -- Gideon and Fabian and Benjy, and you may as well have lost your family. And now you've lost me, too. Please, don't lose yourself. You're such a strong and beautiful and intelligent person, and I want so much for you to be happy. Please, when you're done healing, try to be happy. For me. [Marlene] As I write this, I know that we're not the friends that we used to be, and that even if I live for another hundred years, we probably never will be. Things changed there with Rodolphus Lestrange, and I regret so much that that happened. I never wanted to hurt you, Marlene, and I wish that all of this was right and we could enjoy just being nineteen, and friends, but things aren't that way, no matter how much I wish they were. Even though things still aren't right, I still care about you so much, and count you among my friends. I just want you to know that. Hopefully, I'll get to revise this soon, to say that we're the best of friends, but if not... At least now you know. [Sirius] This is going to sound kind of trite, but thanks for listening. I know that I unburdened a lot of my troubles to you over the past few months, and perhaps it wasn't fair, because you have enough troubles of your own to think about. You're one of a lot of people who, when I really think about their circumstance, my heart really breaks. I hope that the family you've found in James, Remus, Peter, Lily, and Marlene works out for you, because everyone deserves to have a family. Anyway, you've been a great friend to me, so for that -- thanks. [Dedalus] You've been like a brother to me, Dedalus, and I just can't say in one sheet of parchment all of the wonderful things there are about you. Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity, bringing me into your home when I had none. I'm proud to count you among one of my meagerly thrown together family, and I'm starting to think of your home as mine. I can't thank you enough for that. You have already lost so much, but please, maintain your optimism. It's the most beautiful thing about you, and in times like these, everyone needs a little hope. Don't let go of that. [The whole Order again] I've said my piece, and so I close this letter, which you will all read at the closing of my life. Thank you for the love, the support, and the bad that has taught me so much. Love, Dorcas |
(Note: Not an actual Ministry-delivered memo, just written on Ministry paper) DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES MIND DIVISION Quaere verum TO: Kingsley Shacklebolt FROM: Dorcas Meadowes DATE: December 17 1979 RE: My death URGENCY: HIGH CLEARANCE: For your eyes only! Kingsley, Today is your birthday. Happy birthday! I already sent you another memo, but I've been revising my "So, now I'm dead" letters to friends, family, and acquaintances and figured I might as well give one to you, though the likelihood that you'll see it is slim. I'm giving this piece of paper to Dedalus Diggle, and if he doesn't give it to you... Oh well. Anyway, if you're reading this, I'm dead, and you're probably a bit weirded out having a letter from your dead one night stand, but I just thought that perhaps you should know that you are quite good in the sack and provided my first-ever sex-produced orgasm! Isn't that fantastic? It should cheer you up some because I'm sure you're absolutely devastated by the news of my death. Also, you're quite a likable person, and perhaps, if circumstances were different these days, I would have dated you. Maybe in heaven? Best wishes to you (hopefully by the time you're dead, you'll be totally old and pervy to date me in heaven, anyway), Dorcas Meadowes |