"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...