A/N: Yay! Another chapter in this series of short stories. Um.. angst,
slight yaoi... that's about it that you need to know about. It's really
short, like all of the other chapters. ^_^
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There was nowhere that he could go that he didn't think of Sirius. Even if he could find some sanctuary that didn't remind him, there were people talking about Lily and James and the one who betrayed them. Betrayed him. His heart and everything that he gave. Remus stared into a glass of whiskey, trying not to hear the conversations that went on around him. There was nowhere else to go, the home that they shared held no comfort, Hogwarts the same. Lily and James were gone and Peter was dead as well. The whiskey held no answers, so Remus chocked it down and gestured for another. That gone, he lurched out of his seat and set off down the street, avoiding all contact with others. 'Siruis, you wouldn't betray James and Lily,' he thought desperately, like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, 'especially not with Harry at stake. And kill Peter, betray my heart. That's not you.' He found himself at the door to the little house that he shared with Sirius and reluctantly entered. There was a note on the table that was more of a letter than a note, that hadn't been there when Remus left. He broke the wax seal and immediately recognized the writing. It was Dumbledore's. He read, eyes skimming at first, then starting again, and reading more thoroughly.
Remus, it's Sirius. Dumbledore is writing this for me, as I am in Azkaban. Please believe me in this, that I had everything to do with Lily and James, and that it's my fault that this happened, but I have nothing to do with Voldemort. You know my family and that I hated everything to do with the Dark Arts and that I would do anything to oppose them. Dumbledore told me that Harry lived, and that he's gone to Lily's sister. Please tell him one day who I am, and that I am the one who killed his parents, but I tried everything at the end to stop it. He will hate me for that and I can say that I don't blame him. I hate myself for that, but hope that I will be able to explain everything to you one day, but today is not the time, as I am not entirely positive what happened, though I have a very good idea. Remus, be happy and try to forget for now that I was ever in your life because it will cause you grief, and that's the last thing that I want for Moony. When this is over, and everything is put right again, Padfoot will come and win back Moony. But now things won't work, and for that I am eternally sorry. Love Sirius
Tears ran to freedom from Remus' eyes, and there was nothing else that he would do besides wait for Sirius and believe in him until his innocence was officially proven. Though he had said nothing specifically in his letter, Remus had the beginnings of the idea of what had happened that night. He stayed up that night and read and reread the letter until dawn showed a pale face and questions could be answered. Though Dumbledore would neither confirm nor deny what Remus speculated for him, the silent approval that Fawkes gave was answer enough, and the next day, a phoenix feather burned hope into a barren cell in a barren jail.
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Finis. Read and review and I'll give ya another chapter.
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There was nowhere that he could go that he didn't think of Sirius. Even if he could find some sanctuary that didn't remind him, there were people talking about Lily and James and the one who betrayed them. Betrayed him. His heart and everything that he gave. Remus stared into a glass of whiskey, trying not to hear the conversations that went on around him. There was nowhere else to go, the home that they shared held no comfort, Hogwarts the same. Lily and James were gone and Peter was dead as well. The whiskey held no answers, so Remus chocked it down and gestured for another. That gone, he lurched out of his seat and set off down the street, avoiding all contact with others. 'Siruis, you wouldn't betray James and Lily,' he thought desperately, like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, 'especially not with Harry at stake. And kill Peter, betray my heart. That's not you.' He found himself at the door to the little house that he shared with Sirius and reluctantly entered. There was a note on the table that was more of a letter than a note, that hadn't been there when Remus left. He broke the wax seal and immediately recognized the writing. It was Dumbledore's. He read, eyes skimming at first, then starting again, and reading more thoroughly.
Remus, it's Sirius. Dumbledore is writing this for me, as I am in Azkaban. Please believe me in this, that I had everything to do with Lily and James, and that it's my fault that this happened, but I have nothing to do with Voldemort. You know my family and that I hated everything to do with the Dark Arts and that I would do anything to oppose them. Dumbledore told me that Harry lived, and that he's gone to Lily's sister. Please tell him one day who I am, and that I am the one who killed his parents, but I tried everything at the end to stop it. He will hate me for that and I can say that I don't blame him. I hate myself for that, but hope that I will be able to explain everything to you one day, but today is not the time, as I am not entirely positive what happened, though I have a very good idea. Remus, be happy and try to forget for now that I was ever in your life because it will cause you grief, and that's the last thing that I want for Moony. When this is over, and everything is put right again, Padfoot will come and win back Moony. But now things won't work, and for that I am eternally sorry. Love Sirius
Tears ran to freedom from Remus' eyes, and there was nothing else that he would do besides wait for Sirius and believe in him until his innocence was officially proven. Though he had said nothing specifically in his letter, Remus had the beginnings of the idea of what had happened that night. He stayed up that night and read and reread the letter until dawn showed a pale face and questions could be answered. Though Dumbledore would neither confirm nor deny what Remus speculated for him, the silent approval that Fawkes gave was answer enough, and the next day, a phoenix feather burned hope into a barren cell in a barren jail.
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Finis. Read and review and I'll give ya another chapter.
