During the first week of July, as Remus was cleaning out his room in Grimmauld Place, he found a slip of paper that had fallen under his bed at some point in time. He had no idea of what it was, but sat down in the chair next to the window, and looked at it. It was a letter, the contents of which would haunt him forever:
Remus, mate,
You're obviously out on another assignment, or I'd be talking to you in person. I was hoping that we could arrange a time for us to talk for a while. I'm just sick and tired of being stuck in this hellhole all day and all night. I need to get out. I've been thinking of sneaking out as Snuffles once in a while just to get out of the stupid house for a while. I just can't stand feeling helpless anymore. I can help out in this, but Dumbledore won't let me! I will not be stuffed in a corner! I will not let others take my place in this. I'll stand and fight with the rest of you, and I don't care who tries to stop me! I'm finished with this crap. I will not be relegated to cleaning the house and cooking for Order members returning from duty. I will not be a prisoner anymore. I swear I feel like I'm back in Azkaban sometimes. At this point in time, I really don't even care what happens to me. I just want out!
Anyway, I've rambled for too long. Tonks just arrived and needs some dinner, so I'd better whip something up for her before she burns the house down. I'll talk to you whenever.
-Sirius
Remus sighed sadly as he reread the letter. He tried to swallow away the lump in his throat as he folded the letter up into a small square and slipped it into the robe pocket closest to his heart. Another of his three best friends had fallen. How long would it be before none of them were left? It was a sad thought that Remus contemplated while walking out the door of his room to join his colleagues downstairs for the latest Order meeting.
