Sirius: Love, I think you need to cover up that hickey.
Me: Hmm...do I have too? Oh my! The readers are listening in! Sirius, for goodness sake, please shut up!
Sirius: Sorry dear.
Me: Anyways, here is the next chapter to Letters from Aunt Rose. It kinda gets a little sappy and romantic, but I just can't help it! I also want to apologize about the little paragraph marks everywhere. They haven't given my problems in the past, and I don't know why they are giving my problems now. So, here it is! ^-^ So, love, where were we?

Disclaimer: All the characters, except Rose and Mark, are chess pieces in the game of Harry Potter by J.K.Rowling.

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Chapter 4
Flesh and Blood




*His senses were heightened by the waxing moon. He smelt her. The sent was so strong that he could almost taste her lips. Those soft lips seemingly covered in velvet. Those lip matched her name, Rose. He didn't care that he took care of her as a child. The only thing that mattered was at his moment, she was a woman. He knew what was hidden inside of her. She didn't know what she really was, but he did. He could sense others that had the wolf run through there blood since he was one himself. But there was something different about her.*

*He now followed her scent to a ugly green door at he end of the hallway. The sent was stronger. He opened the door and ran up the cold damp stairs. The stairway was so ling that he thought his heart would just stop. He finally got to the top door and ran through the empty desolate classroom to another door at the opposite side. He slowly cracked it open. Inside lay her. She was asleep on the bed. He crept inside and softly shut the door. He then silently made his way over to the bed and dropped to his knees beside her. She looked so much more beautiful asleep. The moon softly illuminated her milky white skin and she stirred a little. He leaned forward and lightly brushed her cheek. She again stirred, but this time she opened her eyes. Her eyes said so much. "Remus? What are you doing here?" She asked him, her sapphire blue eyes shown a confused look.*

* "I just had to see you again," he put his own hand against her cheek again and planted a quick kiss on her velvet lips.*

He woke up next morning to find Sirius singing while making coffee. It was rather early in the morning ant the cold stung as his bare feet hit the tiles. "And why are you so chipper this morning?"

"Someone spotted Peter! Its right here in the paper," Sirius picked up the paper and thrusted it into his hands, "I can't believe it. I might actually have a chance at freedom!" And with that his deep voice began to shout and sing again as he started reading the paper.


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Peter Pettigrew ALIVE!!!

Late one evening, Jonathan Tremble, 35, took a late night stroll through the woods behind his two story home that he shares with his wife, Tina; 33, and his daughter, Deborah; 7. It was just after dinner at about 7 o'clock at night. "I was about 10 or 12 meters into the forest," says Jonathan, "and I had kept to the trail. That's when I saw him. Peter, I mean, he just came barreling down the path right at me. We ran right into each other. We both fell over and I helped him back up to his feet." He also happened to notice that Pettigrew no longer had his right hand. This struck up a rather short conversation that ended when Pettigrew suddenly ran off again. "I didn't know really what to say after that," he says and begins to look thoughtful and confused, "all I could thing about was that if Peter was alive then Sirius Black didn't really kill him."

When I asked Cornellious Fudge, head of the Ministry of Magic, his opinion on the subject, he said this, "if Pettigrew is alive, then Black didn't kill him. But we still have reason to believe that he was the one who cast the curse that killed those 13 muggles. Also, there is the fact that he helped You-Know-Who to find the Potters. He still is a wanted and dangerous man." We will never really know why Pettigrew was running through the forest and how he managed to escape death. We do know that he is alive and that Black has not managed to kill him yet.


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"Padfoot, I still don't see why you think that you've got a chance at freedom. They still see you as guilty." He wasn't' so sure his friend was in his right mind. Sirius had just started to fry some bacon and he was still singing. Sirius quickly put his for down and faced him.

"Now everyone knows he is alive. Soon, everyone will be looking for him. When they find him, I can make my appearance and scare Peter into telling the truth," Sirius had said matter-a-factly. He wasn't to sure about Sirius' plan. It sounded rather stupid since the Demonters would immediately perform the Kiss once they found him. It seemed that he needed to let his friends hopes down a little. It would hurt him to see his friend, finally so happy since James' and Lily's deaths, to only be let right back down again. It still needed to be done.

"I don't think it will change the situation much," he choose his words carefully. He didn't want to hurt him to much, "you are still guilty in their eyes and if the Dementers get a hold of you, they will give the Kiss to you." Sirius' smile suddenly faded and his deep brown eyes put up that brick wall again. "I am sorry Padfoot, I didn't mean to bring you down."

"Its alright. I know what would really happen," Sirius sat down at hte table, his head in his hands, "I just wanted to believe it so much." A few tear ran down his cheek and landed, with such a slight sound, on the wooden table. They didn't say mush of anything else. Oh, how he hated the situation that they were in! He wished every night as he lay in bed that James and Lily hadn't died, that Voldermort was dead, and that Sirius was found innocent. But it was to late to change anything now. Its been this way for 14 years. They just had now, the present time, to change things. Yes, it was one big mess, but they needed to change it.

He quickly got up and flipped the bacon a final time and Sirius whipped the tears form his eyes. They ate their breakfast in total silence. Sirius barley ate anything, and Remus read the rest of the paper. After breakfast, they planed to start writing some odd 30 letters telling the old crew about their predicament. He didn't know why Dumbledore had waited so long to tell them to start assembling the old crowd, but it was still an order.

It took until about noon to finish all the letters and find owls to send them all. As he watched the last owl fly away, he thought about how nature seemed timeless. Yet, time ran on and nature followed close behind. So many parts made up this world, the good and the evil. The sunlight and the rain. The cold dead of winter and the newly given life of spring. The Earth was beautiful and ugly, all at the same time. Life, death, and life. He stood there in the slight breeze of the afternoon and felt everything around him. This was one of the few blessings of being a werewolf. He knew he was different and that not many people, but himself, could tell. He remembered trying to explain it to Sirius one night, but he just kind of sat there and discounted what he had said. Being a werewolf heightened his senses to a higher degree, even while not in his wolf from. He took in everything, the sound of the birds, the wind blowing through his long light brown hair, and the smell and feel of the grass under his bare feet. "Are you ok Moony?" Sirius had appeared at his side.

"Yes, I was just taking it all in," he opened his eyes and turned to look at him. Sirius was eating a sandwich and looking at him with a strange look. He couldn't help but notice the similarities between Sirius and Rose. They both held something hidden and secretive, and they both were, at one point in time, the two most happy people he has ever known. Now...now...they were just two very closed off people.

"Nothing, just enjoying the day. So, what next?" He said as they walked back to the house.

"We just wait. There is nothing we can do."

"Great, my favorite part," with that they both started laughing. Sirius and Rose seemed similar, but one was part wolf, and the other was not.


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Rose woke up suddenly and shot straight up in bed. That dream seemed so real. She felt as if Remus was really right next to her. She could taste his lips and feel his hand brush her cheek. It was so real, way to real.

As she took her shower and got dressed, her mind was totally on today's lesson. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and how to execute it. Her body was totally poised for whatever could happen. Thousands of emotions and ideas ran through her mind and through her every cell of her body. Like a tiger about to spring into action.

She missed the first half of breakfast preparing the lesson. She was sure everything was perfect. At breakfast she didn't eat, but spent her whole time talking with Mark about her plans. He thought she was a genius. "Wow, I could never have come up with something like that!" He looked at her, his steel gray eyes full of awe and wonder, "now tell me, how do you plan on getting through to the Slytherin kids?"

"Don't worry," she said giving him a mischievous smile, "I am sure it will be a lesson never to forget!"

It was the beginning of first hour and everything was set. She sat atop her desk and waited for everyone to have a seat. Her first class was Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years, which meant Harry was in her class. She spotted him sitting close to Ron and Hermione. She gave him a little wave and he smiled and waved back. She glanced at the rest of her class and heard many harsh voices from some of them. Especially one with silvery blonde hair, steel gray eyes, and a cold evil sounding laugh. The final bell rang and the whole class sat quietly in there seats. She pulled out an attendance sheet she had gotten that morning from Dumbledore and read the roll call. She froze when she called out, "Draco Malfoy" and that evil laughing, silvery blonde haired boy responded. She just shook it off as the class gave a little snicker. She finished the roll and sat back on top of her desk. "Welcome to Muggle Relations class. As you already know, I am Professor Mason. I sound American because that's were I was raised for 11 years of my life. I just graduated last year from Los Angelus Academy of Magic." She could tell that most of her class was already bored. "So, now that the boring crap is out of the way. I now want all the people who hate his class to raise there hands." The class looked shocked by the request. A hummer of questions surrounded her ears. "Go ahead, don't be shy now," she said almost a little wickedly. Slowly, about ten kids raised their hands. Including Draco Malfoy's. She didn't like Malfoy. There was something about him that was not right. "Alright, now keep your hand up in the air if your in Slytherin." The students shot each other questioning looks as all the hands stayed raised. "You can put your hands down. I just wanted to say to you people that had your hands raised," she reached into her pocket and out flipped her switch blade. She took the blade and ran the cold steel from her inner elbow to her wrist. Blood tan quickly down her arm and landed in a now forming puddle on the floor. Almost all the girls screamed and all the students went pale and stared in shock. She walked straight over to Draco and held her arm straight up in the air. "I say to you people that this blood is just blood. It does not matter if its magical. It doesn't matter if its muggle. Its blood, and if I took this knife and cut you, what would come out?" The class was still staring, all except for Malfoy. His arms were folded and he was leaning back in his chair. He gave her a non-chalet look and pressed his lips together in degust.

"And what makes you think I care?" Malfoy asked. His eyes shown coldness. She leaned in and put her arm just in front of his face. It was so close that her arm was almost touching him.

"Blood, Mr. Malfoy, blood is what will come out." Her voice went almost to a low whisper. "We are all human. We all are made of flesh. We are all made of blood It makes no difference." He started to look uncomfortable so she took a few steps back and went to her desk. She held her hand over her cut, her back turned to the class, and a blazing white glow came from her palm. The gapping wound healed immediately and she turned back to the class.

"Lets move on shall we? Alrighty, out first lesson will be a brief history of Muggles..."



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AHHHH! Yet another cliffhanger! Haha!! I am so evil!!! I am going to make a deal with you. If I get 10 more reviews, I will post the next chapter. Heck, it even isn't written yet!


PS Sirius is spent, but he sends his love. Bye my lovely children!!!