Written in much the same way as Richardson's Clarissa, this is a love story of sorts, told through intimate (or not) letters. Remus/Severus. I think some might find Remus Lupin to seem slightly out of character, but remember, you don't really know what he was like in school, so he could have been quite different from what he became when older. Let's pretend, hmm?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or anything but the plot I have come up with. Having said this, leave me alone.
Owl Post (Owls Sixteen-Twenty)
By Sarah Elisabeth
The sixteenth owl: James Potter to Remus J. Lupin
Remus,
I'm not quite sure where to begin, really. Sirius is, too put it lightly, pissed off and quite certain that you've been brainwashed. Have you?
I'm not even sure why he's so angry. Yeah, we hate Snape, but I think there's a bit more to it. What do you think?
Anyway, Christmas was great. The only thing missing was your company mate. Although, I guess you wanting to stay at Hogwarts makes sense now. I thought it was because of the full moon being so soon after Christmas and all.
I'm trying to calm things down with Sirius. I think he's stopped writing Snape at least, so that's a start. He cares for you, Moony, he's just stupid when it comes to showing it and I'm sure he just thinks that Snape is out to get you. Werewolf bits would probably make a great potion or something.
Whatever happens, I've got your back.
Prongs.
The seventeeth owl: Remus J. Lupin to Severus Snape
Severus,
James and Sirius reckon that you are after my werewolf bits. I do hope this is so.
Affectionately yours,
Remus
The eighteenth owl: Severus Snape to Remus J. Lupin
Fuck you, one and all. I want nothing to do with this affection you speak of, werewolf.
The nineteenth owl: Severus Snape to Evan Rosier
Evan,
Suffice it to say that I have no clue how to begin this letter, or for that matter, this story that I am in great need of telling someone. As my most trusted confidant, I must therefore begin somewhere, or not at all. So I chose to begin with that infernal Gryffindor, Remus Lupin.
There are things that I cannot share with you for fear of breaking confidence with Dumbledore, but let me start by putting it into your head that this boy is not as innocent as one would think a Gryffindor to be—quite the opposite—he is a scheming, dark, annoyance. Nothing that I would ever want to be associated with. (Notice please, that I have said 'nothing' instead of 'nobody' for it matters a great deal.)
Now, having shared with you my dislike of said Gryffindor, I am resolute in telling you that this Lupin is after me. Indeed, he is after me in ways which I would rather not have anyone of our sex be after me in.
Can you believe me Evan, when I say that this Lupin has kissed me? Speak of this to anyone and I will make sure you are never to be found, Rosier, be sure of it. Yet, back to what I said, he kissed me. Without my permission might I add, when I was minding my own business. He's been stalking me since the beginning of the year, somehow getting partnered with me in Potions and feigning innocence when I catch him staring at me.
He's got this Gryffindor persona down so well, that no one who isn't looking for it notices that he is anything but a simple Gryffindor. Indeed, and don't you dare think of reacting to this, because I know that were I telling you this instead of writing to you, you would give me a look, and I hate looks that aren't mine, indeed, were he not in Gryffindor I am quite positive he would have been in Slytherin. It's got quite a lot to do with what I have been hinting at about Lupin throughout this whole letter that I am quite certain you are too dense to notice.
Anyway, this Lupin is after me and I don't know what to do. There are still days before the school is once again full of students, and quite honestly, I am horrified at the prospect of running into him alone in the halls. Or the library. Or, God forbid, the bathroom. Lord knows what he might try.
Did you know he accused me of being after his—well, he's accused me of some horrific things.
Don't believe anything you hear from anyone else. I alone will tell you the truth. Also, if I hear any of what I am telling you in the halls, I will know you let this information out and, like promised above, I will make sure that you will never be found again.
The ever trustworthy,
Severus Snape.
The twentieth owl: Severus Snape to Sirius Black
What I decide to do with or to your precious werewolf is my own business.
Don't tempt me to do something I have no desire to.
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