7/30/76
Dear Remus,
I'm not quite sure how to tell you this without worrying you… But James and I are on the run. We went to Diagon Ally with James' house elf today and spent the whole day there. When we got back at night, we Apparated to the corner of the street and everything was painted in a green light. We weren't quite sure what it was until we turned onto James' street. It was the Dark Mark, Remus. James' parents are dead. Slaughtered in their own home. James is a mess. He's blaming himself already. Personally, I think that we're both lucky to be alive. Although, it probably didn't help that he went running in there before I could stop him… it was a mess… I thought I was going to be sick. My family does things like that to families like James'. I don't know why he doesn't blame me…
We're at an obscure pub in London. Dumbledore told us to stay here. I need you here, Remus… please come…I'm going to lose my mind here with James. I need… I need a shoulder to cry on, and I know that sounds selfish, but I just can't break down in front of James. Not when he needs me…
I need you…
Sirius