"Letters from Moony"

Disclaimer: I do not own Moony or Padfoot or Azkaban for that matter, I do own these letters however. Guys? It's the summer now; get ready for a slough of updates! Or as many as I can fit in b/w driver's ed classes. Lol.

Summary: the whole time Sirius was in Azkaban, Remus was sending him letters. Takes place right before OotP starts. Also takes place after my other story, "on the road".

Chapter 1: finding the letters

Sirius was on the road and loving it. Dumbledore had given him orders in June to round up the old crowd and he had finished that. He had just finished talking to Remus and lying low there for a while. Now he'd gotten new orders, to go back to his old house at Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore had said it would be an ideal location for Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Sirius didn't want to go back there. It held many bad memories of crying in his room after being beaten and of sitting by the window in the summers before he ran away, waiting for a letter from his friends. But, what Dumbledore says, you do. And Remus had said it was probably for the best.

Sirius apparated onto Grimmauld Place late one night in early July. He ambled down the street towards the spot where his house should be. But it wasn't. He thought very hard about that damn house until it slowly materialized between numbers 11 and 13. He walked up the walk, up the stairs and looked at the silver snake doorknocker on the front door with disdain. God, he hated his family. He touched the door with his wand and heard metallic clicking. He didn't remember his family being this paranoid. Finally, the door swung forward and he entered that wretched house.

Actually, what happened was, he took one step and slipped on a pile of letters under where the mail slot must have been and fell on his ass. He ran a hand through his hair, wincing at the pain in his buttocks, and got up. He was just about ready to burn all those bloody letters that some stupid idiot had left right inside the door when something on the envelopes caught his eye. The top one was addressed to "Padfoot" with a little paw print under the name. He fell to his knees and sifted through the pile. They were all addressed to him. There was no one who knew his animagus name that didn't know he was in Azkaban. Who would be dense enough to send these for the last 12 years? He opened the first one and began to read.

Dear Padfoot,

Well friend, this is going to sound horribly Beatles cliché, but I read the news today and oh boy. I mean, the headline was all about Lily and James. The whole damn paper was all about Lily and James. I had to sit there and read about my two friends who are now dead. But in a smaller column off to the side, there was a little blurb about you, of all people. It said that you betrayed them. And, Padfoot, my heart seriously stopped. Despite all the evidence and all the media, I just cannot believe that you did it Sirius. I just can't. You have to admit, the evidence is convincing, especially written by Rita Skeeter. But I know you personally and I truly cannot believe it. Now I know you are on your way to Azkaban. But I also know in my heart that you will get out. I don't know how and I don't know when but you are a very bright young man and you will find a way out.

Some people would say this is foolish, to be sending letters to your empty house. But what else am I going to do? All the people I care about are gone. At least you're still alive. That's another thing, why did you kill Peter? For some reason, I think you will have a good explanation for me when you come back. I always thought he was becoming a little sketchy in the past few years. Ah, another thing. Why did you do that to me these past few years? You know what I'm talking about Mr. Black. You and James completely alienated me just because I am a werewolf. You know it's that, doggy. If you stopped and thought for a minute, about why you thought that I was the spy, it had to be my lycanthropy. I'm shady or dodgy just because of that? Well look here, that was very rude and I don't know if you were just strung along by James but if they had done it to you I would have said, "no, this isn't right, he's our friend!" I have felt very alone these past few years, Sirius. For that, I think you deserve some time in Azkaban. If you thought clearly for one moment you would have seen that just because I'm a werewolf does not mean that I would betray the only people who have loved me. Honestly…. Well, I'm done blowing off steam, so ta ta for now. I don't think I'll write again. It's a little silly. Farewell.

Remus "Moony" Lupin

Sirius stopped reading and sat there for a good 5 minutes thinking about it. He had not remembered those years when they had alienated him. It had been so long ago. He didn't realize how Moony felt about it. He realized how selfish he had been these past 14 years. He had not had one thought about Moony and how he felt about what he had done. Save the times he'd felt guilty on the full moons of course. He wondered if there were any letters that he had written on one of those full moons. He didn't know how he was going to tell but he began to rifle through the pile of letters. He stumbled upon one that had his name written on it in sloppy writing. Moony was never sloppy. He opened this one and began to read.

A/N: well, how is it so far? Please review and let me know. Do I write Moony's letters well? J/W.