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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:42:22 GMT -8
To have arrived during breakfast the morning after the train incident by care of Trevor's owl, Leonora.
28 August 2011
Katya,
I hope this note finds you and your sister well and out of harm's way. I was very concerned when the news reached me, but by the time Quintos' warning had reached me, the event had already occurred. I hope you aren't too terribly shaken. I assure you, there has only been one other unscheduled stop of the Hogwarts Express to my knowledge, but even that wasn't such an...abrupt stop. Please write me to let me know how you and your sister are.
Love,
Dad
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Post by Katya Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:43:28 GMT -8
Written in a halting, highly blotted and corrected script; the second part, in contrast, in an elegant Cyrillic cursive
30 August 2011
Tatko,
Please excuse my Latin alphabet. Writing in English is definitely taking some practice. A house mate is helping me with spelling. I will write the important parts next in Bulgarian so that I don't mess them up. I was looking forward to getting my licence to apparate, but they say that even though I am a sixth year I cannot because I turn seventeen next summer. I tried to argue with them, but they wouldn't back down. I will try again when the lessons begin. I am happy to tell you that I achieved an O on three of my O.W.L.'s (Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures) and E in all but Astronomy. I'll never use astronomy anyway. This year I am taking Charms, Potions, Arithmancy (I'm not sure that Professor Witte likes me... I can't imagine why), Care of Magical Creatures, Dark Arts and Defence Against. Layla was sorted into Slytherin. She is taking the standard classes, and I heard about a suspicious accident in Flying that sounds like another trick I've witnessed. How are you? What about Sienna?
The train incident was more of an annoying setback than a danger. I think that if the people who arranged this had wanted to hurt people, they would have -- but they did not. I imagine that asking you if you've found anything else out about the attack would be futile, so I won't bother. Either way, it kept us all up later than usual for the sorting ceremony and feast, and we were all near dead for the first day of classes. By the way, are the guards truly necessary? And if the guards assigned to Layla and I specifically are your doing, I have to protest. If they aren't, then I still must protest. Everybody already thinks that its our fault, and it doesn't make acquiring friends any easier. I am anxious to hear news of Maeve McCleod and our attackers. I noticed that there was no press release about it yet. What is being done? I miss you and send my love. I will pester Layla to write tomorrow.
With love,
Katya
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:43:50 GMT -8
Written in his own Cyrillic letters, which seems somewhat awkward at first but then develops a flow.
31 August 2011
Katya,
Your English isn't bad! How about I practice my Bulgarian and you work on your English? It's been far too long since I've had much reason to write this way. After all, English has been a more dominant language in my life--especially since your grandparents were killed. But it does me good to practice it, right?
I'm glad to hear you did so well on your OWLs, and it certainly sounds like you will have your hands full this semester! Hopefully your professor will come about. It might just be nerves.
And yes, the guards were my idea, and yes, they are necessary. However, I did not tell them to trail either you or your sister. I just ordered them to stand by the main entrances to the school and the gates. In fact, I told them to leave the two of you alone. It would seem we have some overachievers. If you give me their names, perhaps I can call them in and give them direct orders, "scare" them a bit. I want your and your sister's year to be as drama free as possible.
I'm afraid I have no new leads quite yet on the bridge bombing or concerning Maeve. Rest assured, however, that I have the best of the best looking into both. A press release should be out soon. I spoke with the press today. I was hoping to have something to actually report, but as it was, this will unfortunately likely amount to the personal questions they asked regarding you two and my concern and suspicions. They truly are relentless!
Anyway, please do pester Layla, but not too much. I know Layla's not the best on follow-up, but I always considered her a daddy's girl.
Keep me updated!
Love,
Dad
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Post by Katya Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:44:00 GMT -8
5 September 2011
Tatko,
That is good idea. I need the practice. Classes require writing, and they are being forgiving for now but I know that they will have expectations of improvement. My classmates are helping when they can, and that is good. Quidditch try-outs for my house are in three days, and I have my eye on a seeker position. Last years' is a seventh year now, but I think I can take him. Do you see? I am learning English fight slang! Wish me luck.
I have decided that I very very much like this school. The culture is different, but it is gentler here than Durmstrang, so I think that I will manage. There are always fun surprises. The teachers are all very good. Layla seems to like it too. She is a favourite with many teachers already and is exceptionally good at potions, but I don't think that she has made any friends yet. Has she written?
With love,
Katya
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:45:23 GMT -8
7 September 2011 Katya,
I'm sorry it took me a bit to get back to you. Things have been very busy here.
I'm lad to hear your classmates are helping you with your writing and that your professors are being understanding about it! You are dong well. And learning slang, too! Nice. Just don't use it in your papers, hmm?  I trust you're smart enough to realize this, though. You are very bright, after all. Just like your mother.
And yes, your sister has written--once. And it was short. Barely a paragraph, but it sounds like she's been having a good time just as you said. She did mention some girl in her year and some older girl--both in her house. I'm hoping I shouldn't have to worry about this. You know your sister is a little mischievous.
Anyway, I hope you get the seeker position you're going for! If not, I'm sure you'll make a very fine player in whatever position you obtain--assuming you will take another? Should I plan to come to your first game? Disguised, of course. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed or teased because your father showed up. But if you'd rather I not, then I understand entirely. Best of luck!
Love,
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Post by Katya Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:45:56 GMT -8
Clearly written less carefully than the others, and spattered on one corner with a bit of soup
20 September 2011
Tatko,
I am so sorry for not writing so long. Classes have gotten more demanding. I got seeker! I barely got snitch before the opponent, but obviously it was enough. I am so excited! I will get to use the Black Lightning Morgana gave me at Christmas. I hope that no one thinks I am a flashy rich girl. Our first game is against Slytherin on 14 of next month. I heard that seeker for them is very very good, so I will have to work very hard. I don't know if it is good idea you coming. It isn't that I do not want to meet, but if you were found out it would bring much attention for me. I love you though.
Layla has a lot of friends/fans. They imitate how she wears her hair and I hear them giggling at everything she says. She seems very happy I think. I tried to bother her to write you, but she still has anger from before and is ignoring me. Oh well. She will forget soon. Tell Sienna that I miss her and her gift has helped me so much in keeping my hair one colour.
How are you? And Sienna? There is still nothing on Maeve and attackers?
Missing You,
Katya ❤
P.S. Is Leonora's foot okay? She looked as if she had problem landing.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:46:23 GMT -8
22 September 2011
Katya,
Leonora's foot is fine. Her perch broke before I sent the last letter, and she managed to hurt her foot without me realizing. It's healed now, as I'm sure you'll notice when you get this.
There's no need to apologize. You're in school. Between that and making friends as I'm sure you are, I hardly expect you to be writing your dear old dad every night. Of course, I would hardly protest, if you did. After all, I am home...all alone...no children to be heard from or seen.... Quite lonely, your dear old dad is. Of course I'm only giving you a hard time. Enjoy your life! You're young, and Merlin knows you deserve to!
Congratulations on earning the position! I used to play beater back in the day. Did I ever tell you that? Of course, I was a stupid kid and dropped it the second my brother, Tristan, outshone me--never mind it was a different position. I was jealous as could be that I could never do as well as him at anything. My parents were always, "Tristan this, Tristan that." It got old! But I digress.
I want you to enjoy Quidditch to the fullest. It's a fun game! I can only imagine just how great it must feel to be seeker and to be the sole person on your team who could score 150 points in one, difficult, well-though-out move. Just be careful, young lady, you hear? No Wronski Feints for you! And don't worry. Dear old dad will stay at home and wait to hear news. I'll expect a recount of it laden with your excitement on 15 October in the evening as I'm sure you'll be recovering from some house party or another following your victory--the first of many, of course. ;]
I'm glad Layla's happy, though I am sorry to hear she's ignoring you. Younger siblings, I swear, can be difficult to understand sometimes. Timotei outgrew it, though, so hopefully Layla will, too. It'd be great if you two could be close, but I understand it can't be forced. All in time, mein shutze. She wrote me the other day, though it was very brief. It's surprising, really. I was worried for her when she left for Hogwarts with how attached she always acted around me with others. I'm glad she's spreading her wings. It's just taking a little getting used to.
I'll definitely tell Sienna you miss her and that her gift has helped you! As for how I'm doing? A little stressed, if I'm perfectly honest. We're trying to organize an election for a new Minister of Magic, but suitable candidates seem far and few. But Darque's absence is felt. It's a shame he had to turn out treacherous. I'm doing fine other than that, though. Sienna's doing well also. We've been spending a good amount of time together lately.
We had a lead on Maeve and her attackers a while ago, actually, but with the untimely death of Lionel Blake, our lead went a little cold. Regardless, Soren and I are working hard to find any other connections and believe we may be onto something. Keep your eyes peeled for word in the Daily Prophet. Hopefully there will be some news regarding the disruption of a slave trade ring soon.
Missing you too,
Dad
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Post by Katya Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:46:55 GMT -8
Sloppy and tear-stained, written entirely in Bulgarian.
13 October 2011
Tatko,
Maybe it's the pressure of the Quidditch game tomorrow that's really gotten me to break, but I have to get this out before it kills me. I hope you don't hate me for it.
Ever since finding out that Trey wasn't really my dad, I've wanted to meet you. That's almost as long as I can remember, honestly. Getting to know you has been great, despite the pressure arising from your position -- and yes, there is a lot of pressure. And it's not just being a celebrity. I met befriended a slave at Puxley last summer, and to tell you the truth, I don't care what her blood status was. Mum was half-blood, which barely cuts it these days. This human being, this slave, was so much like me I seriously couldn't see the difference -- except that by some strain of bad luck, she ended up being treated like an animal. And I'm not okay with that, really. Maybe I'd let it slide if it weren't my own father who put her there, ultimately. And yeah, it's not just you, I know. I've been telling myself that. But you're the heart of it. So what am I supposed to do? Especially when people disappear for feeling the way I do? Oh Merlin.
And even though he wasn't my blood father, Trey is my dad too. I don't know exactly what happened or why (and for some reason finding out the details of mum's death has been nearly impossible) to make me end up with him -- and yes, I'm angry at him for taking me -- but you can't just erase and entire childhood of memories and nurturing. He baked my birthday cakes and comforted me when I got bullied. I don't know if you know, and I guess it's more than possible that you might, but I've written him several times now and gotten no reply. If anything, I've always known Trey to be a coward -- but where I'm concerned, I just know that he wouldn't ignore me. So I'd like to know -- and I don't mean to be accusing (though it's hard to avoid, I guess) -- whether or not the silence has anything to do with you. Has he been told not to contact me? Are his letters being intercepted? Has he been hurt?
How did mum die? Why did Trey take me? Why did you become a Death Eater? Was Mum one too?
As sincere as it gets,
Katya
P.S. Merlin, I hope this doesn't ruin everything. Please remember that I'm your daughter and I'm doing everything that I can to know and love you.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:47:19 GMT -8
This letter arrives with a barn owl at breakfast.
14 October 2011
Katya,
I am only writing now to let you know I am not ignoring you and that no, none of this ruins anything. It's healthy to ask questions. I will be addressing everything in full as soon as I find out what happened to Trey because, no, it was not me. I in no way told him not to contact you though I did ask him to stay away for obvious reasons. I would have figured such instructions made it clear he could write if you wrote, but apparently not. And I hope that's all this is: a misunderstanding and nothing more. As soon as I find out more, I promise I will write a more detailed letter addressing all your concerns. I simply need more answers so I can address everything at once.
I wish you the best of luck in your Quidditch game tomorrow. Might I ask who you are playing? Quidditch happenings at Hogwarts are hardly broadcast out here even though it would be nice to see or hear a play-by-play featuring my dearest daughter.
Love you,
Dad
P.S. Lenora wasn't seeming right this morning, so I am sending this with one of Puxley's barn owls. I will be having someone look at her within the next day or two, but she is getting up there in age. Still, I hope nothing serious is going on.
((I'll get up the other letter later, but feel free to reply, if you want. I figured the more detailed letter will be sent around November 3rd or 4th.))
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:47:42 GMT -8
The letter, written solely in Bulgarian, was sent fairly late at night in hopes Kiley could sneak off without too many questions being asked given the personal nature of the content and the potential emotions it could evoke.
4 November 2011
Katya,
I was hoping you would at least reply, but it seems, for you, it does, in effect, "ruin" things until you get a response, which is why I am sorry I couldn't get one to you sooner. I've been having to do some digging regarding certain issues you brought up as I wanted to ensure I could deal with everything at once, and it's been time consuming. Communism seems to make things difficult to find out.
Slavery was a necessary evil when I came to power. With no one backing me at first but a select few, I had no choice but to enforce their interests. With seeming public interest generally against it, I can now have power to push for its end. I am hoping to nail a slavery ring while in the process. If Lionel Blake had not ended his life that night I brought him into justice, I would have been able to do so already and have saved Maeve. Trust me, Katya, slavery is not something I am for. Obviously we would have a slave if it was something I was alright with. If I had thought simply denying access would have made my benefactors happy, I might have gone that way. As it is, the power is now truly in my hands. No debt is owed, and as I said, as soon as this slave ring is busted, I will begin steps to see to its end. I understand your distress at the issue, and I personally heard from the guards you had asked for Julia. She is doing well and is living in a well-furnished hut on Puxley grounds. She is allowed to come and go as she pleases.
The answer to your next question required quite a bit of digging. I couldn't simply acquire Trey's records without any familial ties, so I had to make a visit to Bulgaria and to his home where Angelica greeted him. Trey is, come to find out, deceased. It seems he passed away due to a sudden heart attack. Angelica stated he died instantly, and she was with him. Attached is his certificate and autopsy results as well as a brief letter from his fiancee. She wasn't sure how to tell you and deeply regrets not having done so sooner. I am truly sorry. As much as I personally could no longer stand Trey by the time I discovered he was at the heart of everything, I understand he raised you as his own and he was a father figure for thirteen years of your life. If there's anything I can do, please, Katya, let me know. She showed me his grave should you want to see it. Let me know, and I will pick you up from school and take you there for a weekend.
Your mother was not a Death Eater. She was far from it. She was the most innocent, kindest, most caring woman I've ever known. I was content with her and she with me. We loved each other very much and very fully even with the short time we had together. It broke my heart when she was killed.
I've held this story from you as long as I have because I have not wanted to taint your image of Trey, and it almost feels wrong to tell it in the wake of his recent death, but you asked, and I will be nothing but honest with you. Because of this, I am going to place it on the next page. This way, you may choose to read it later after you have had a chance to grieve for your loss or read it now.
I love you,
Dad
Behind this note is the death certificate (dated Tuesday, September 13, 2011), the autopsy report, and the letter from Angelica. It is written in English.
Katya,
I know you will hate me for this, but as Mr. Williams surely told you, your father is dead. He died of a heart attack in September. I know I should have written you instead of ignore your letters, but you must be knowing I had a hard time when your father died. I loved him very much. I was going to spend my whole life with him. The doctor, he said it was probably stress that got to him, but I cannot see how. He was sad to see you go, yes, but he knew you needed to know your real father, Mr. Williams. I hope you will not judge me too harshly for not telling you.
Angelica
After that can be found the final note with a few pictures of Anna. There is one from her and Trevor's wedding day, one from a visit to her family's countryside home in Germany where they are sitting in a field near a shade tree, one of her pregnant with Kiley, one of Anna holding newborn Kiley, one of Trevor holding newborn Kiley, and one of the three of them taken when Kiley was around one. She is sitting in a high chair with frosting on her mouth and all over the tray, having just finished her first piece birthday cake. Trevor and Anna both are wearing party hats and Anna is holding a rag, having been just about to clean Kiley's face when the photographer took the picture. This particular portion of the letter has evidence of tear stains.
Katya,
This whole letter has been difficult enough for you so far, and I truly wish I could be telling you this face to face, but you're at school, so it's simply not possible. I just want to make sure you know I am here for you if you need me. You can share any memories of your childhood with me, if that will help you deal with your feelings towards Trey. You can "yell" at me. You can rant at me. I don't care. I want to be there for you in whatever way I can.
Your mother was killed while I was away at work. I had made a brief stop at a flower shop, wanting to get her something as a surprise since I had been working late the past week or so. This particular evening, I had gotten off on time, so I wanted to buy her a bouquet of the purple roses she loved so much. I also wanted to buy you something, and since this store only had stuffed animals, I bought you a stuffed kitten.
When I arrived home with my gifts, it was apparent from the start that something was amiss. The door looked like it had been forced open. I set the gifts down to avoid making too much noise and drew my wand. I pressed my back against the door and slowly forced it open. What I saw was hardly what I wanted.
There, on the floor near the hall that lead to your room, was your mother. A pool of blood was forming around her, but I could see she was breathing--barely. I ran to her. I told her to be calm, that I was going to get help, but she told me not to bother. She told me she loved me, told me to take care of you, and within moments, she was dead. I got up after I felt like I could even stand, and I went to your room, but you weren't there.
We had a funeral for your mother a few days later, and I went to stay with my parents in Bulgaria, but it was too much. After a while, I'd heard one too many "Poor Trevors" and read one too many story speculating my guilt in things, and I had to get away. It was the worst thing I could have done in more ways than one.
After wandering Europe, I ended up in a England. That was where Voldemort found me. I was lying on a park bench, not having enough money to get a room, and I was asleep. I don't even know how he knew who I was, but he did, and he made it very obvious I had no choice in matters. It was either listen or die--and die without having gotten you back. In exchange, he would tell me where you were. He was defeated--twice--before he ever told me. Both times, it was contingent upon finishing a mission. The only thing I knew was that the name "Trey Hunter" had been tossed around, but I couldn't find any information on my own. The second time, I ended up in Azkaban for my forced affiliation.
Then, in 2008, Derrin White, a former Death Eater, called us back into order. I saw it as my opportunity to find you. If I could use him to make a dent in things and then see to it he was displaced, I could access everything I needed, and I could. I found Trey within a matter of months after Walter Crane pronounced me leader of the wizarding world.
I waited a while. I was nervous. What if you were happy? What if you hated me? What if you didn't even know he wasn't your real father? You had metamorphmagus abilities, and that could have been enough to mask that fact. Eventually, Morgana convinced me to come get you. The rest is history.
I don't know why Trey orchestrated this. I don't know if Voldemort had ties to him, given the very nature of Durmstrang and the sentiment of the eastern European countries, and he used him to get to me due to something he saw in Trey's mind regarding my academic abilities. I would be speculating at best to say that, and it's very possible. I overheard the name very early on, but I was powerless to do anything about it.
Trey was my best friend during my years at Durmstrang. I was, however, the one who got the girls, and he was jealous. It very well could be that Voldemort preyed on his jealousy, promising a built-in family, and your mother refused, so he had no choice but to kill her.
All I know for sure is that he did kill her and that he was involved in this. Whether or not my speculations are correct, I can't tell you. I wish I could. It would give me closure to have a definite reason for why this all happened, why my wife had to be killed and my two-year-old daughter taken from me and thirteen years of our time together stolen.
As you see, being a Death Eater at this point is merely an affiliation, one that I never really wanted but one that was instrumental, ultimately, in finding you. However, due to my lack of actual conviction regarding much of anything in their creed, you can hopefully believe my earlier statement that I am working to end slavery as fast as I can.
Please, let me know if you need anything or have any further questions. Don't ever be afraid to bring up any issues with me whatsoever. I'm your father, and I will love you regardless.
Love,
Dad
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Post by Katya Williams on Nov 16, 2015 15:49:27 GMT -8
Sent directly after breakfast on the 5th, unsigned or dated and hastily scrawled.
Can I come home for the weekend?
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I trust you're smart enough to realize this, though. You are very bright, after all. Just like your mother.