Disclaimer: These people don't belong to me...wish they did, but I can't write as well with them as Joanne K. Rowling does.
Lupin got up, saw Hedwig on his desk, and walked to her very quickly, almost as if Christmas had come early. Over the past few weeks, Harry and he had been sending letters left and right, never waiting more than an hour to answer.
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Dear Remus,
Alright then, I'll call you Remus from now on, Remus. But hear me now, Remus, I'll be saying it quite a lot to get used to it. So, Remus, I was wondering if you had asked Dumbledore about me leaving this muggle house as soon as possible. Sure, Remus, the Dursley's took your warnings a few weeks ago at Kingscross to heart, but it's still been worse than a leg-locking hex to be here...Remus.
Remus, how are things at the place you're at? Good, I hope. See you soon, Remus.
Harry
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Remus laughed at the letter. He scribbled a reply back, telling Harry that he doesn't have to write "Remus" in every sentence and that he had the hang of calling Lupin by his first name now. Then, tying it onto Hedwig and stroking her, he sent the letter off.
The truth was that Harry, although much like his father, reminded Lupin of Sirius. His sense of humor, though tired and worn from all his adventures, was very much like Padfoot. It was like having a friend back, to talk to Harry.
Lupin leaned back in his chair, on the back two legs, and balanced, wondering why he had never broken this habit. Maybe because Sirius did it, Remus thought.
Just then, another owl flew in the window, and Remus let his chair fall with a loud CRACK. Then, noticing the messy looking little owl as Pig, took the letter and opened it.
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Remus,
I forgot to send Pig back to Ron's house, so I decided to use him instead...even though he's being a bit of a flying feather missle, rather than an owl. Anyway, I thought you'd like to see this picture. Please send it back, but it's a nice one, isn't it?
Harry
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Remus took the attached picture and smiled. James was lying down under a beach tree, Sirius kneeling down beside him as they had looked so often at school. Remus was standing, his hands in his robes, a slight smile on his face. Peter was at the edge of the photograph, looking uneasy, and Lily was far off in the distance, swimming in the lake.
Writing another note, Remus attached it to Pig and sent the picture and reply back to Harry.
Lupin got up, saw Hedwig on his desk, and walked to her very quickly, almost as if Christmas had come early. Over the past few weeks, Harry and he had been sending letters left and right, never waiting more than an hour to answer.
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Dear Remus,
Alright then, I'll call you Remus from now on, Remus. But hear me now, Remus, I'll be saying it quite a lot to get used to it. So, Remus, I was wondering if you had asked Dumbledore about me leaving this muggle house as soon as possible. Sure, Remus, the Dursley's took your warnings a few weeks ago at Kingscross to heart, but it's still been worse than a leg-locking hex to be here...Remus.
Remus, how are things at the place you're at? Good, I hope. See you soon, Remus.
Harry
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Remus laughed at the letter. He scribbled a reply back, telling Harry that he doesn't have to write "Remus" in every sentence and that he had the hang of calling Lupin by his first name now. Then, tying it onto Hedwig and stroking her, he sent the letter off.
The truth was that Harry, although much like his father, reminded Lupin of Sirius. His sense of humor, though tired and worn from all his adventures, was very much like Padfoot. It was like having a friend back, to talk to Harry.
Lupin leaned back in his chair, on the back two legs, and balanced, wondering why he had never broken this habit. Maybe because Sirius did it, Remus thought.
Just then, another owl flew in the window, and Remus let his chair fall with a loud CRACK. Then, noticing the messy looking little owl as Pig, took the letter and opened it.
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Remus,
I forgot to send Pig back to Ron's house, so I decided to use him instead...even though he's being a bit of a flying feather missle, rather than an owl. Anyway, I thought you'd like to see this picture. Please send it back, but it's a nice one, isn't it?
Harry
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Remus took the attached picture and smiled. James was lying down under a beach tree, Sirius kneeling down beside him as they had looked so often at school. Remus was standing, his hands in his robes, a slight smile on his face. Peter was at the edge of the photograph, looking uneasy, and Lily was far off in the distance, swimming in the lake.
Writing another note, Remus attached it to Pig and sent the picture and reply back to Harry.