Hello everyone,
This is the first time I'm writing a fanfiction. I just came up with this crazy idea and decided to pen it down, I mean type it down.
This story may include a few OCs. And I really hope you like it.
Please read it and comment. I would love constructive criticism.
And one last thing: This is a disclaimer, I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does.
If a Werewolf Received a Letter
Chapter 1 : The Letter
Remus Lupin was in shock...James and Lily Potter were dead...Peter Pettigrew was murdered...Harry Potter was orphaned...Courtesy of Sirius Black.
Prior to this, Remus knew he could trust Sirius with his life. The fact that Sirius betrayed the Potters to Voldemort was so surreal that deep down Remus wished this wasn't true. He couldn't bring himself to believe it. But all the facts pointed to Sirius. Remus just couldn't bring himself to hate Sirius.
On November the second, the day after Sirius was arrested and thrown into Azkaban without a trial, Remus arrived at his shabby flat located at the edge of the forest. He staggered in and made himself a cup of tea. As he sat sipping his tea, he thought of the happy days he had with James, Lily, Harry and Peter. Remus couldn't even say goodbye to his friends, thanks to his nine month mission for the order. He had kept in contact with Dumbledore alone.
It was then that he heard a tap-tap-tap on the cracked glass pane of his window. Looking up, Remus noticed the Potters' owl Gecky tapping the window pane with her claw.
Remus put his cup on the table and hurriedly threw open the window and relieved the owl of her burden. It was a letter addressed to him from the Potters. It was dated on the thirtieth of October and was written in Lily's writing. Remus read,
"Dear Moony,
How are you? I hope your mission's gone well. Harry's doing quite well. He spoke his first word last week. It was 'Moony!' Boy oh Boy! Were James and Sirius mad! James is getting restless but he's trying not to show it. We wished you could have made for dinner that day. But the Order's more important of course.
Moony, on the twenty fifth of January, Voldemort broke into Maria Flora Braithwaite's Room at night. She had just had her baby. It was a girl. Ruberto Braithwaite had left the room to tend to a badly injured patient when Voldemort entered. Flora and the baby were sleeping. She awoke but mercifully, Voldemort didn't notice. He cast the Avada Kedavra on baby. But unknown to him, Flora placed her hands on the baby's body.
Voldemort went off thinking the baby was dead. He probably left Flora alive to wake up and find a dead infant in her arms. The baby is still alive. The killing curse got absorbed in Flora's hands, and would have spread over her body hadn't Dumbledore stopped it. He trapped the curse in Flora's hands. It can no longer spread. Her hands now look all burnt. She's started wearing self functioning gloves that obey the commands of her thoughts.
They named their daughter, Fiel Lilian Braithwaite. They named me Godmother. The only problem is a bit of the killing curse seeped through Flora's hands and turned into a delayed curse when it touched Fé's body. When Fiel or Fé, as they call her, turns ten years old, she will lose her voice. She won't be able to speak again.
I was so depressed. I cried for days. Flora and Beth have tried everything in their knowledge of healing but nothing is working. She came over on Harry's Birthday and cried. Her older three children, Kathleen (Kitty) of ten years and twins, Daniel (Dan) and Michael (Mike) of six years are very supportive. Ruberto helps out with one year old Lizzette (Liz) and Fé.
Sirius came over yesterday and persuaded us to change Secret Keepers. He said that he would be Voldemort's first choice and that Voldemort would go after him. Our next choice was you, but you were still on the mission. We've changed Secret Keepers to Peter. Sirius and James said no one would ever think of going after him.
Please take care of yourself Moony. Try to stay out of danger. We are all very worried about you. Maybe sometime this week you could come over for the day. Harry will be very happy to see you.
Lots of love,
Lily."
Remus did a double take. He reread the letter. He felt bad for Maria, Beth and their children. He knew Maria Flora for a few years. She and her husband Ruberto had given Lily a home when her parents were killed by death eaters at the end of her fifth year. Petunia had refused to let Lily live with her and her husband and Maria accepted her without a second's hesitation.
Now, Remus tentatatively turned his attention to the last part of the letter. His hands shook as he began to realize Sirius hadn't betray the Potters.
Wormtail had framed him. He shouted over the street, blaming Sirius for the death of the Potters. But then Sirius had blasted Peter and thirteen Muggles off. There was no way he would be released. Peter's finger was the biggest part that they found.
But...what if Sirius didn't blast the street? There was only another Wizard on that road packed with Muggles. What if Pettigrew blasted himself and the muggles? But if Peter was willing to die, why did he blame Sirius? He would have let Sirius kill him.
Then it struck Remus like a ton of bricks.
It was so simple! So plain that anyone could have been fooled!
Pettigrew blamed Sirius, blasted the Muggles, cut off his finger, transformed into his rat animagus and joined the sewer rats. He framed Sirius!
But Sirius stupidly added to that effect. He burst out laughing! Probably out of shock...he'd lost his two friends as soon as he changed Secret Keepers. Peter Pettigrew had just outsmarted him. He probably laughed out of desperation as well.
Remus suddenly felt hatred, he should have felt a day ago when he heard the news of Sirius's betrayal, fill him up...hatred that he had reserved for only his enemies flow through his veins. If Peter Pettigrew crossed his path, ever, he would die. Remus himself would kill him. But that had to wait.
There was only one thing that Remus could do for now. Save Sirius. For that he could do just one thing.
Contact Albus Dumbledore.
That's all for now! Please review.
