Remus Lupin sat in a dingy hotel room, drinking his morning cup of tea and reading the daily prophet. Said magical newspaper was telling of the defeat of the Dark Lord and how his forces have scattered, the majority attempting to leave no trace of them being followers in the first place, and how this defeat was at the hands of a baby called Harry Potter, a baby who survived the killing curse, a baby who is now an orphan.
A sudden tapping at the window startled Remus out of his contemplation. He looked up to see an owl with a note tied around it's leg. Remus sighed and got up, hoping the owl was from Dumbledore, allowing him to go back to his little cottage and stop with the efforts to try and turn werewolves, who don't want to be turned thank you very much, to the order's side.
The owl flew in and landed on Remus' raised arm, he untied the letter from it's leg and held out a crust of toast to it's mouth. The owl took the toast gratefully before flying to the back of a chair and perching there, awaiting his reply.
Remus looked down at the note and started reading it. He had to read it over three times for the shock of what Sirius had done to sink in, as soon as it did however he rushed over to his suitcase and packed up all of his belongings.
He paused in his rushed packing as a thought struck him, Sirius never stated where to meet him, and knowing the order was after him he wouldn't stay in the London apartment long. Remus sighed, and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper.
Dear Padfoot,
As much as I would love to help you, you have forgotten to tell me where you are heading or where to meet up if you wanted to keep that information disclosed until we are face to face.
~Remus
He tied the note to the owl's leg and then took it to the window so it could fly to wherever Sirius was. He shook his head, a small smile growing on his face, he had sure missed his friend.