"Yours"
Summary: Letters sent from time to time from character to character. Canon compliant [All 8 books].
Note:All Chapters will be regarded as individuals; one shots. None will be related unless a special note attached. Ratings will be attached to individual Chapters, if gone higher than T.
All of these are replies of the letters from its sister Fic "Dear" , Chapter wise.
The characters belong to Jk but the letters hereby are a work of fanfiction and belong to me. Any kind of palagriser will have me on their heel's.
And so, without further ado, we go
Onwards.
Character to: Sirius Orion Black.
Chaacter from: Remus John Lupin
year: 1994
After:Harry leaves with the dursleys and Sirius is on the run.
Padfoot,
I CAN'T.
This was not how it was supposed to happen! What do you mean, don't even try? It is my fault... If only I had drank the potion...It shouldn't have happened. Peter is free and here you are, hiding with a hippogriff. It is my fault, Sirius. I am sorry, Sirius, I am sorry.
I am sorry, I didn't hear you the first time. Didn't believed you. We could have had so many years...
I am trying not to 'whine like prong's after being rejected' but Sirius...
I am just Sorry...
Also, I do not swing that way ... You are lying...Did I sniff? Really?
As a matter of fact, I am not frowning, damn the human population who voted for you to Azkaban. But just in case, I am attaching parchment and quills in this parcel and your 2 sickles. I don't even remember it, Padfoot, but I believe you.
Teaching wasn't my dream job, it was the Auror department, If you remember. Yet, I am happy, I am not a Auror. I would have to look for you and Merlin knows Sirius, you will keep sending me your location just to tease me. I am glad.
You have my permission to repopulate... Wherever you are...With Buckbeak. I do not, in any circumstances, mind it.
It does feels good to write, doesn't it?
Yours,
Messer Moony.
Ps- I am sorry...
