A Rookwood's Letters

AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD remains dead.

However, his various hidden laboratories around the country continue to present problems for property reclamation efforts. The wards and experiments inside claim the lives of too many ramblers, scavengers and unwise explorers for years to come.

Holed up in the cave, alone. The Ashes bastards have attacked the isle. Minimal numbers. Look to be attempting some sort of ritual. Anything they attempt tonight or tomorrow is a terrible idea. Whatever you're doing isn't as important as this. Get here now. Bring out the troops. Rain down Fiendfyre. The isle burning eternal is better than whatever they have planned.

They may be aiming for midnight. If you're not here by then, I'll do what's necessary. Needs must. Over the top and blow them all to hell.

The minutes are ticking.

If it all goes to hell, grab the little Mick, bloody him, take cover and throw him into the wards and you should be able to get through, for a few minutes anyway.

Rein your eldest in. She's running wild.

Go to your hidden labs. You all have at least one project outside the Ministry, report in from there. Ministry is a complete lose.

Our Lord has tasked my group with the 'Tabula Rasa' project. You'll be consulting on the potion regimen for the preparation of the subjects. At the point they are delivered to us they should be nearly completely blanked, but we need to construct a regulated plan to finish the cleaning and insure that they are ready for the next portion of the transformation. The initial test batch will include one from a short range of blood purity, to control for any differences that might introduce. Our Lord may let thugs like Barty play with his current little pets, but the results of Tabula Rasa will be so much more. Shambling, mindless puppets that smash only go so far. These, oh these, will be our unstoppable magical puppets.

You need to prepare to take mind blanked victims and set them for the control spells. Also a continuing regimen to insure that any traces of individuality or independent thought that might bubble up from the original wizard's or witch's personality are suppressed. Start on the background research and prepare to transition to the base location I'll forward to you soon. I'm sure you'll prove yourself with this one.

The list of registered Fidelius charms has not made its way to the Wards department. They have complained, repeatedly, through the "proper" channels. They warn of dire consequences if this trend is allowed to continue. I am escalating it to your attention. Fix this or you will be reporting on the resulting problems directly to Our Lord.

Come to Mysteries. NOW!

Every single Dementori Monentis for Azkaban has exploded. No answer to floo call. Will be apparating in two minutes thirty. With or without you. Takes precedence over showmanship.

I hear you’ve been deployed to Ireland. How are you handling the transition? The various couriers I’ve tried to use have all been whingers and overstated the symptoms, even with the protections we provided. One went so far as to find a sympathetic Healer at St Mungo’s and got himself declared “unable to do useful work” and “incapable of handling a broom.” The last potion regime that was tried on a witch was unsuccessful. After that debacle, the new team went back to the start to create new options. It appears that Our Lord declared their animal trials acceptable and offered it to you. I wasn’t ready to approve wizarding trials, and would not have started with one of my brothers, as the homing pigeon trials have been only intermittently successful to date. Given the insightful researcher Our Lord is, if he deemed the runs successful enough to move to wizarding trials, they were ready to be moved to wizarding trials. Since you are still doing your duty, he was right and I was wrong. When you have the chance, I would appreciate a detailed and thorough description of the level of success at suppressing the difficulties with crossing the wards and any side effects you may have been experiencing. A report from someone who I know is not shirking his duties, would be a very helpful point of comparison. Hopefully your analysis will help me to the insight that allowed Our Lord to move forward with this project.

As you are the ranking representative in Ireland at the moment I ought to inform you that we had to contain an incident at a research station over the weekend. Even you don’t need the full details, but the site needed to be purged. As a precaution we also purged the nearby village, Cappoquin. It’s a score or so miles northeast of Cork. They should have taken out everyone involved and those closely related. or potentially exposed Given the usual precautions taken I don’t think it should stir up much unrest, but since you are over on that Merlin-damned island I thought you should be informed.

Yours in Service,
Augustus

How have we let run away from ourselves? This glorious we ought to be in charge of. Everything we ever wanted feet but it’s all sour sour sour and burning. Your son a traitor. No one to follow me. I told you last time I’d given up on a son I’m failing to find even apprentice to pass on what I can. Bode’s a failure, Strangeweale’s insane. We create a pristine world where the best and we no longer had to cower in fear of pathetic muggles. Now I find myself branded and beholden to our great charismatic hope, the insane half-blood. He’s so powerful. I had to cower and debase today. Because he’s too bloody stupid to that unique magical works are unpredictable and the powerblind fool how closely he’d tied his personal this working. and there’s something off about His magic like He’s split his

You should have control of the situation actually accountable to this madman? He’s on our leash not be the puppetmaster! Fix the other old families falling away. Already Lucius and Dominic my floo calls. Their elves were unconscionably rude the last time. It to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be. There are wizards, real and witches not just those of debased blood, that are opposing Realm. We should be the shining to the wizarding world, but no one has followed new world. Is it because He is crazy? should be consolidated by now with everyone reaping the our glorious plan. But it’s all falling apart. Towns are vanishing off the map. Not a house or a cupboard behind Fidelius entire bloody towns. No one outside in. No one has come out. But they hum and plus with magic. When I walk what should be the edge I can feel the magic dancing through my blood. It pulses my bowels. The song of it plays in my mind heavenly choirs ringing out. I can play it like an instrument by following runic paths around where Staltash should be. Whoever did this gambled their life on rock solid research. Was it that old goat Albus or the blood traitor Cyrus?

What can we do to rein him in? We must fix this before all is ashes and ruin. Ashes and ruin ashes and ruin ashes and ruin. No NO I will not take your potion again NO NO NO NONONONONONONONO.

Tomorrow is the culmination of years of work and blood. You have personally sacrificed a great deal, uncounted hours to research and miles trudged across desolate countryside mapping precise locations. I’m sure you have crossed every ‘t’ and dotted every ‘i’ because it would be terrible if anything foreseeable were to go wrong. Tomorrow all eyes in Our Lord’s realm will be on this, your great work, knowing that you have worked hard to secure our borders.

I trust that all will be well, because of course you have done everything in your power to make it so.