Dear Remus,
I remember the days when I was your student; you were the best defence against the dark arts teacher I ever had. It was your second turn at teaching at Hogwarts, my final year. That year was wonderful, with me seeing you almost every day of the week. I remember I began to dream about you, about three weeks into the school year. Those dreams were wonderful and they made resting at the end of the day the most exciting part of my school life. I remember I couldn't wait to fall asleep, just so I could make love to you over and over again, until the morning light forced me from my slumber. Then it was Christmas time, and I felt like I was in heaven when you handed me a book, 'waltzing with werewolves', I treasure that book, yes, I still have it. It's been far too long, but I remember that Christmas better then any other. I was so excited about reading the book I forgot to thank you, I guess a 'thank you very much' now, would be a little too late now huh? I knew that from then on I was completely infatuated with you, I had tried to keep my fascination of you, strictly in my dreams, but it seemed that as the year slowly wore on, my dreams and reality began to mingle, began to mix, until one day, I found myself embracing you, kissing you passionately. You promised you would return, you said you were only on a mission, to meet with other werewolves, I trusted you to come back… I trusted you…I sent my love to you over and over again, through letters and messages through Order members. But you never returned them…I swear that this is my last, it's been ten years, you still have not returned and I worry I have wasted my life, waiting on you, waiting for you to fulfil your promise. I heard not two months after you had left that you had been killed, but I didn't believe them, and as our first and last kiss lingered on my lips I held onto the hope that they were wrong. They said that you were ordered to follow their movements, but when an opportunity to claim your revenge on the evil bastard that bit you, you didn't hold back. I never accepted that until now… Your memorial is in three days, but I still send this to you, in hopes that they were mistaken, that the only reason you are not here, is because you feel it's your duty to the Order, to Dumbledore, to me to stay away… You'll always be the man I love, you and the werewolf inside, but I have to move on.
They said you killed Grey back, but the other werewolves turned on you…I guess the only thing wrong with an eye for an eye, is that, in the end, everyone turns out blind…
You were blind not to realise you were way out of your league, you were blind when it came to me…
I'll never forget you, R.I.P…
Your only true love,
Hermione.