𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 59

Undisclosed Location, December 1997

Ron shivered under the faint starlight, pulling his cloak tighter as the icy wind snaked through the bare trees.
The sky above him was a dull black, speckled with only a few stars visible through the dense tangle of branches. He crouched against a rough, cold tree trunk, seeking some comfort in the lingering warmth of the dying embers, glowing faintly orange.
He had been alone for too long.
The absence of Harry and Hermione weighed heavier than he was willing to admit, just like the persistent echo of everything he had left behind.

Hogwarts, home, the safety he had taken for granted... now it all felt distant, almost unreal.
But that night, one thought returned with insistence, louder than all the others, a face that invaded his mind with every blink: Sarah.
He wondered what she was doing, if she was safe. The urge to reach out to her rose in his chest with the same relentless intensity as the cold creeping into his bones. He knew he couldn't say much, every word on parchment was a risk, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He needed her to know he was still out there, that neither he, Harry, nor Hermione had forgotten her.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from the bottom of his bag and, after a deep breath, dipped the quill's tip and began to write:

"Dear Sarah,
If you're reading this letter, it means that somehow I managed to get it to you, even though I still don't know exactly how.
I'm writing this from the middle of the forest, far away from everything and everyone. It feels strange to be communicating with you from here, not knowing if you'll actually read it, or even what will happen to me. It's been so long since we've been apart, and I wonder how you're doing.

Harry, Hermione, and I have left for something big, you know that.
I've discovered secrets I never could've imagined, and I need to tell you about them, because I know you deserve to know.

I know you already know about the Horcruxes. I also know you saw that fake locket Harry recovered last year, the one signed "R.A.B." We spent months wondering who it could be.
After a lot of research, we finally figured it out: R.A.B. is Regulus Black. I don't think I need to say much more.

Regulus wasn't like the other Death Eaters. He understood who Voldemort really was and tried to stop him.
He found out about the locket and tried to destroy it on his own, knowing full well he wouldn't survive. He gave everything for this cause, and it makes me angry to think that no one ever knew... until now.

Now the locket is in our hands, but destroying it is harder than I thought. This Horcrux has some kind of power over anyone who wears it. When I have it on me, I feel different, like it makes me forget everything that matters, like it makes everything darker. That's why I'm alone right now, I screwed up, but I'm trying to fix it. Really.

Sarah, I... sometimes I wonder if we'll ever make it through this.
Every day is a fight to stay ourselves. I think of home, I think of you all. I know you're facing something just as difficult at Hogwarts, and I wish I were there, fighting with all of you.

But I need you to know one thing: even through the loneliness and the fear, we're not giving up. I know you're doing your part too, that you're there, maybe fighting in ways I can't even imagine. Hogwarts has changed, I know, and you need to be careful.

I wish I could tell you more, but I can't risk revealing anything else. Keep your eyes open and don't trust appearances. You're not alone, Sarah.

I'm with you, even from here. Hermione and Harry talk often about how much they miss you, we can't wait to hug you again.

With all the love and friendship I can give from afar,
Ron"

The boy reread the letter, his heart gripped in a vice. Every word weighed heavily, but they were certain, sincere. He carefully folded the sheet, slipping it into the inner pocket of his cloak, and raised his gaze to the sky. He would do anything to get it to Sarah. Even from afar, he would find a way to be by her side.