[Stamped REDACTED & CLEARED, Azkaban Inmate Owl Security Administration]

My beloved Son & Heir,

I cannot wait for the day I see my pretty little baby boy again. How I wish XXXXXXXXX you again. One day, the whole world XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. I hope the girlie is keeping you well and happy. Never forget, you are my bonny baby boy who will grow up and XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. We will play with XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. There are so many things I want to teach you! I will be out of here soon, I KNOW IT. And I will tell you all about your father, my beloved Dark XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.

THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE YOUR TOY. Until then, here is a yummy treat for my bonny boy.

Love,

Mummy

[The envelope contains a dead cockroach.]

Translated from the Russian.

Lenka. My Lenka, please.

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.

There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!

Oh sisters two, how may we do
To preserve this day?
This poor Childling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.

Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.

Who's that? Who's there?

Kolya, are you about? I want to talk to my brilliant and charming baby brother!

Released to Nikolai Iosefovich Karkaroff upon termination of Azkaban interment -

One (1) pair black trousers
One (1) white shirt
One (1) grey robe
Two (2) black boots
One (1) wallet containing thirty-five (35) Galleons and two (2) Sickles
One (1) wand, larch wood and chimaera scale core

Reason for prisoner release: released due to youth, release brokered by the Federal'naya Znaiushchie Liudi Sluzhba Bezopasnosti Rossiyskoi Federatsii, Moscow, Russia.

C. Richard Bramlett, Auror
Releasing Officer
Azkaban Prison

It took you long enough to arrive. Perhaps next time I should not be so gentle in calling you before me.

*a pause*

Tomorrow I intend to begin my journey to reclaim Britain as conqueror and master and you, my little ones, will pave my way.

No chickening out now, Goyle. You may not know where they are, but we do. One might say a number of lives depend on your actions.

Mulciber

You are certain of this, my Lord?

*translated from the Russian*

*letter is crumpled up and tossed next to the fireplace*

You're a bastard, no worse. So much worse. You gave up! And now instead of keeping an eye on you and keeping you in line, I'm going out with groups and it's not fun at all. Raids and torture and following around Sascha as he gives orders that I have to follow because he's been marked longer than I have. He takes it all so seriously. They all take it so seriously.

And not a single one would I sleep with either.

Marik's ex-wife! How could you! And to tell him down the hall from my room. Where Sascha and I were talking. We heard you. I heard you. Do you realise that Sascha wants you dead? That Marik wants you dead? That you can't come here ever again?

Not that you've tried. You haven't tried! You should have tried. You should love me. Like I...

Oh, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I should have left you to your misery in Moscow. God knows you deserve it.

We have heard from Switzerland.

Fuck. He was supposed to be there. He's on the schedule you stole. They expected his return yesterday. I'm going to kill Grisha. He swore he saw Fucking incompetent arse.

Keep your fucking mouth shut about this, do you understand, Hart? I'll find some way to break it to the uncles. Fuck. His Lordship is going to Cruciate us all.

At least we accomplished the remainder.

F.

Translated from the Russian.

Done. Returning shortly.

F.

Translated from the Russian

Uncle,

You can inform His Lordship that preparations have been made and we
are waiting for implementation--if I can keep Yelena Iosevna's
fool in line.

Fedya

The next time you send Sascha to bother me on a Sunday evening, I'll hex his bollocks to your forehead.

Mother is not impressed.

Kolya,

I need you. I've heard you boasting. I need you to hex Aidan's testicles to his eyebrows. He's... he's...

He thinks I'm a pet! He wanted to pack me up and bring back here so I could be safe while he goes galavanting off to wherever Uncle is sending him! He won't even tell me where!

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Except I think I rather love him. But I still hate him.

Lena

*parchment is tearstained*

Sascha. Sascha. Are you about?