Ignan has been writing to Azorma, the woman he loves and would marry, but a convicted assassin. The letters began a month after her imprisonment, but they are never sent, as post is not received or honoured at Azkaban. The letters vary from shorter quips about memories to longer ones of several pages. Ignan keeps the letters, hoping one day she might read them and laugh at him, while his arms wrap around her. When he had been forced to blow out candles on a cake his family had provided last month on his birthday, his wish had been for her safe escape.

Cara mia, ti voglio bene, My darling, I love you,

I had just written my last to you when life took an unexpected turn. I would appreciate your words right now, this situation has me wrong-footed and in a state where a blow to the head would probably clarify my thoughts.

A young student came to me yesterday evening, carrying with him a Ministry-loaned potion to test blood relationships. The young man, Sasha, has been under Johann's wing at the Ministry during the summer months, and it is my cousin's fault that this set of events began.

Johann, in his infinite wisdom had sought to prove no relation as a controlled test for the potion some weeks earlier, and had instead discovered evidence of a blood tie. Sasha, confused and worried by this had sought to discover a closer relative, and Johann had only obliged by providing a blood sample of Wolfgang (who I mentioned previously is visiting due to the Tetra-wizard), which only intensified matters.

Sasha, encouraged by him and Tapendra, as his Head of House (though denied later, to my scepticism) asked permission to include me in the testing, which I thought would be uneventful. I was most unkindly misjudged, and this most simple of tests revealed with consistency that I was a closer relative still - no less than the boy's father!

I was, regrettably, enraged by this revelation thrust upon me. It was Tapendra who insisted on calm and encouraged me to work out how this could have occurred. I must insist, that due to the age of the boy, this happened well before I met you, and upon a complete chance meeting. It doesn't change anything between us in the way I love you, but it does add another to our unconventional family.

You are undoubtedly rolling your eyes at this melodrama unfolding back here on shore, and as would I if our places were reversed. That is precisely what I meant by needing a good kick where it hurts. This is a surprise, but not something that should change my life, or the boy's. He's spent so many years without, he can hardly need me now.

If you must know, his mother, a Muggle, took me in unexpectedly when I came off worse. I wasn't blessed with someone to watch my back at that time, and things escalated within an evening. Its hardly right to whip out your wand to cast a charm when you're in the presence of a Muggle - so procreation appears to have progressed in its course.

When you make your escape you must meet him, just to see him with your own eyes. He's a mixed up sort, and I can't help feeling if I had have known about him, we'd have brought him up better. Or worse. Well, more like us. For that's the only way I wish to be.

Sei tutto ciņ che voglio. You're everything I want