For the Want of the Moon, the Marauders are Lost
Chapter Three:
Dearest Darling Moony,
I am happy to finally tell you that Prof. Dumbledore has permitted me to join the Order. He feels that, together, you and I may be able to recruit other Werewolves to the cause.
Thank you very much for your words about the students. They behaved exactly how you wrote they would. I am afraid I may have trouble with Mr. Malfoy, but, as I told him, I am not above writing to Lucius about him.
If you are to visit, please be careful. Not all Werewolf Hunters are as kind as I. I would be able to bear it if you were killed on your way to Hogwarts. However, if you are intent on this visit, please stop by the house I was evicted from last month and collect my Kneazle. I could not find her when I left the house, but I am quite sure she will try to attack you when you arrive there, only because she has never met you before, of course. When you find her, simply sedate her and she will not give any more trouble. If you would do that for me, I would greatly appreciate it.
There is something that has been plaguing my mind since I arrived at Hogwarts, Moony. Prof. Snape seems to still hate us though it has been nearly seventeen years since we last harassed him. He has not resorted to calling me 'Wolfie,' yet, but he has provoked me into calling him 'Snivellus' several times. I believe that this is a result of the negative effect we had on him, Moony. You remember exactly what I said. You remember how unpopular he was at school. Somehow I think it to be our fault that he joined the Death Eaters. I think we made him desperate to find somewhere he fit in and was accepted. I am afraid of what may happen as a result of the bitterness he holds for us. I do not wish to repeat what happened between us when we were students. I have no idea how to patch things up with him, and I need to son. It would not do if we hate each other when we are promoting unity between the students. You know how I hate to be hypocritical.
I must end my letter here. My students are arriving.
With love, from
Plimpy
Remus smiled as he folded Torri's letter into quarters and put it in his pocket. He couldn't believe she was still signing with 'Plimpy' after twenty-two years. He assumed she would have used a different name by now.
Molly Weasley stuck her head into the drawing room. "Are you coming to breakfast, Remus?" she asked.
"In a moment, Molly," he replied, examining the picture in the room and as she left for the kitchen. The picture was of Sirius and Torri. She had sent it to Remus as soon as she heard of Sirius' death. Enclosed with it was a note that was also framed—by Molly, Remus guessed—and standing by it:
This is the only picture of Sirius that I could find. It was taken just after he graduated from Hogwarts. I hope it brightens the place, for knowing his mum as I do, that house will need it. Know that you have my condolences. Love, Torri -
Remus noticed there were smudges in the emerald words. Torri must have written the note while crying. She had written to Remus soon after sending the picture and told him she had never cried harder before she received the letter announcing Sirius' death. Sighing, Remus turned away from the smiling cousins and went to breakfast.
He wasn't paying much attention to what he was eating, however. He was preoccupied with thoughts of Torri. She was year younger than the Marauders, but had established a solid and steady pen friend relationship with Remus after he left Hogwarts. He could always count o her writing as often as he did... But there was a time, about twelve or thirteen years ago, when he didn't receive a response from her for three years. Remus knew that her parents had been murdered just before her strange absence, but that didn't explain why his letters were returned to him...
Shrugging it away, he decided he would ask Torri about it when he visited and finally got to see her again.
Chapter Three:
Dearest Darling Moony,
I am happy to finally tell you that Prof. Dumbledore has permitted me to join the Order. He feels that, together, you and I may be able to recruit other Werewolves to the cause.
Thank you very much for your words about the students. They behaved exactly how you wrote they would. I am afraid I may have trouble with Mr. Malfoy, but, as I told him, I am not above writing to Lucius about him.
If you are to visit, please be careful. Not all Werewolf Hunters are as kind as I. I would be able to bear it if you were killed on your way to Hogwarts. However, if you are intent on this visit, please stop by the house I was evicted from last month and collect my Kneazle. I could not find her when I left the house, but I am quite sure she will try to attack you when you arrive there, only because she has never met you before, of course. When you find her, simply sedate her and she will not give any more trouble. If you would do that for me, I would greatly appreciate it.
There is something that has been plaguing my mind since I arrived at Hogwarts, Moony. Prof. Snape seems to still hate us though it has been nearly seventeen years since we last harassed him. He has not resorted to calling me 'Wolfie,' yet, but he has provoked me into calling him 'Snivellus' several times. I believe that this is a result of the negative effect we had on him, Moony. You remember exactly what I said. You remember how unpopular he was at school. Somehow I think it to be our fault that he joined the Death Eaters. I think we made him desperate to find somewhere he fit in and was accepted. I am afraid of what may happen as a result of the bitterness he holds for us. I do not wish to repeat what happened between us when we were students. I have no idea how to patch things up with him, and I need to son. It would not do if we hate each other when we are promoting unity between the students. You know how I hate to be hypocritical.
I must end my letter here. My students are arriving.
With love, from
Plimpy
Remus smiled as he folded Torri's letter into quarters and put it in his pocket. He couldn't believe she was still signing with 'Plimpy' after twenty-two years. He assumed she would have used a different name by now.
Molly Weasley stuck her head into the drawing room. "Are you coming to breakfast, Remus?" she asked.
"In a moment, Molly," he replied, examining the picture in the room and as she left for the kitchen. The picture was of Sirius and Torri. She had sent it to Remus as soon as she heard of Sirius' death. Enclosed with it was a note that was also framed—by Molly, Remus guessed—and standing by it:
This is the only picture of Sirius that I could find. It was taken just after he graduated from Hogwarts. I hope it brightens the place, for knowing his mum as I do, that house will need it. Know that you have my condolences. Love, Torri -
Remus noticed there were smudges in the emerald words. Torri must have written the note while crying. She had written to Remus soon after sending the picture and told him she had never cried harder before she received the letter announcing Sirius' death. Sighing, Remus turned away from the smiling cousins and went to breakfast.
He wasn't paying much attention to what he was eating, however. He was preoccupied with thoughts of Torri. She was year younger than the Marauders, but had established a solid and steady pen friend relationship with Remus after he left Hogwarts. He could always count o her writing as often as he did... But there was a time, about twelve or thirteen years ago, when he didn't receive a response from her for three years. Remus knew that her parents had been murdered just before her strange absence, but that didn't explain why his letters were returned to him...
Shrugging it away, he decided he would ask Torri about it when he visited and finally got to see her again.