Dear Sirius,
I know, I know. I don't know why I am writing to you again. I'll try not to babble. I know you can't hear me. I don't think anyone can
anymore, but I don't know where else to go. So, I write you these silly letters. You'd tell me I'm being silly, I know you would. You're
probably saying how silly I am right now, wherever you are.
I've slept longer, now. I think it's because I've been so exhausted from crying and staying up at night, roaming the house, looking for you
in some sort of sleep-depraved trance. Sometimes I think I see you, and I reach out to you, I chase you around and around, but I never
catch you. I found a few of Buckbeaks feathers lying hidden under a bed the other day. Made me laugh then burst into tears. I just can't
stop crying, Siri. I know, I'm trying. But, it just doesn't work, nothing works anymore. I'm broken. Please come back and fix me. Touch
me and make it all better. Kiss me like we used to kiss. Wherever you are, come home to me.
I still love you Sirius, always and forever,
Your Moony.