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A/N – Again, there is no excuse for these ramblings, other than I need a break from some of the other stories I'm currently working on (and the characters in them). Again, this is not beta'ed, so please forgive what mistakes there may be (and I'm notorious for them, so I'm sure they are there). A great big thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter!
There was an order meeting tonight, so the house was pretty full of activity. Tonks is spending the night. I'm not sure it's necessary, or if she's trying to get Remus to notice her. Probably the latter, although that thought disturbs me.
Not that I don't think he couldn't use a girlfriend, or at the very least a good shag, but Tonks? She can hardly walk without hurting herself or someone else, let alone…you know what, I'm not even going to go there. Bad mental picture!
I wish I could do more for Harry. From what Dumbledore has said Harry is having a rather rough year. But all I can do is write letters. Bloody hell, I'm sick of this.
Remus is back for a bit though, that's good. Someone other than myself and a hippogriff to talk too. He saw that sappy romance novel sitting on the table in the study, looked at it then over at me, and preceded to laugh. What nerve! If only I would have had something to throw at him at that moment.
Molly, as much as we disagree about many things, thinks I'm starving to death. She must. She's here for less than three hours and she fixes a meal worthy of royalty. Don't ever tell her I said that. She wouldn't believe you anyway. She thinks I'm as haughty and insincere as every other aristocrat. Seems that she has readily forgotten the twelve years I spent locked away in Azkaban.
From the sound of things, I'll be cooped up here for the rest of my life. The Ministry is giving Dumbledore a hard time, as well as trying to discredit everything Harry has ever said. How can they ignore this? Is the man that daft? How many people are going to have to die before they pull their heads out of their arses? And me, stuck here not able to do a damn thing!
Sorry for the interruption, Remus kept looking at me like I had grown cucumbers out of my ears. I'm not sure I haven't. Writing. Writing when I have perfectly good company around. I must be losing my grip!
Anyway, in his best little prissy arse attitude (I'm allowed to say that, I'm his best mate) he said that writing in a 'journal' was a good idea. I tried to explain to him it's not a journal, just some random thoughts I was jotting down so they would quit twirling around in my head.
He gave me one of those 'you keep on thinking that, Sirius' smiles, and went off to the kitchen to make some tea.
Tea. I'm certain this is the sole cause of the colonists to have defected to America. It's vile, really. Have you tried it? Moony and Molly both use bags, and not that I'd dare complain to either one (although Remus is forever and always apologizing for it), it's worse than gutter sludge. It's hard to believe that everyone thinks the whole of England sits around and drinks tea.
I did get a chance to talk to Remus about that 'Chamber'. I know, I must sound obsessive. Maybe I am. But I'm not the only one who seems to think the whole incident was shined over by everyone a little too easily.
He was telling me about the dementors on the train when I had escaped from Azkaban, and her horrible reaction to them. He was certain that it had something to do with the ordeal. But other than Dumbledore telling him about it before he began to teach, no one ever brought it up. He just made sure to keep an extra close eye on the youngest red head.
He had muttered something about her eyes being haunted before we were interrupted by the arrival of other order members, so I sat the entire meeting, thinking about her eyes. Now I must really sound sick. Or you must be sick for thinking it. Probably that.
He was right, though. She had old eyes if you looked past the exuberant surface. The surface to which she tried to maintain the innocents everyone expected to see there. The happy child, who wasn't supposed to realize that they were so poor that she would probably never own a brand new dress. Who was stuck in boys' hand-me-downs, yet told to be a girl.
I'd like to give some of the money in my Gringotts vault to them, but I already know they are too proud to take it. Harry told me about how he finagled Ron new dress robes by 'investing' in 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' with Fred and George. Hm…now there's a thought.
What am I going to do with all that money anyway? Remus wont take any of it either. And if anyone needs a new robe, it's Moony. He won't even take enough to buy a bloody robe. Sometimes I think he feels bad enough living here most of the time.
I wish he wouldn't. We need each other, in an odd sort of way. We are each other's link to the past, all that's left of the happy times. Happy times, now there's a thought. It's hard to believe out of two lives so full of hardships, there were happy times. But there were.
Carefree times, when the only thing that was important was what the next prank we were going to play on Snivelus (that's what we, ok, maybe just James and me, used to call Snape). Or the next trip to Hogsmead was, and after fifth year, when the next full moon was.
Ah, fifth year. The year Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs came into being. The Marauders. Don't know how we ended up with that name, really. Probably that map that somehow ended up in the hands of the Weasley twins and subsequently Harry. We were a force to be reckoned with, we were.
I miss those days. I miss the days of being young and carefree. When our only worries were not getting caught by Filch, McGonagall or Dumbledore. How quickly things change.
Well, I suppose I've droned on enough to this piece of parchment, and Moony's back with the tea. Better enjoy the company while I can.