For- As Strong as We are United (Twovians!)
Moony,
I hope this letter makes it to you. My parents are keeping an uncomfortably close eye on me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they know what I'm planning, and they're trying to stop me.
I'm not going to lie. I'm a bit scared. You don't know what they're like. You only know the bits I've told you, and I've always left out a lot of details.
I will try to get to you somehow. Don't worry about me.
-Sirius
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Moony,
They found out. They caught me.
I'm sorry. I love you.
-Sirius
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Remus holds the letter so tightly in his hands that the parchment tears around the corners. He has never hated anyone so much as he now hates the Blacks.
"Remus?"
He doesn't look at James, doesn't speak a word.
"Remus, mate, you're scaring me," James says nervously. "You look like Severus after I hex him. All red in the face and plotting unimaginable revenge. Except you're far more handsome than Snivelly."
He can hear the smile in his friend's voice, but it does nothing to pacify him. The time for joking is over. "Sirius isn't running away," he says grimly, carefully folding the letter and tucking it into his pocket.
"Oh? Did he change his mind?"
"Not exactly," the other boy answers, moving across the room and grabbing his quill. "We have a change of plans."
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Sirius,
If you can't run, we'll break you out.
Don't worry. Nothing is going to stop me.
Always,
Remus
