Suicide Solution.
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Miles and miles and miles away from Cercis, Draco and Blaise was a castle and in the castle was an office and seated within the office was a professor. The professor was called Remus Joseph Lupin. Hogwarts resident Defence Against the Dark Arts tutor and Werewolf.
Remus was marking in peaceful silence when a tap-tap-tapping at his window caused him to look up.
"Hedwig?"
He quickly moved to the window and opened it allowing the snowy owl to fly in. she landed smoothly on his desk, a thick letter attached to her leg. Remus moved over to the desk and took the letter off of her. She didn't fly off so presumably Harry wanted a reply. The werewolf sat down and opened the letter.
Dearest Remus,
It's been a long time since we've spoken hasn't it. I remember the first time I saw you, over 4 years ago now. How times have changed since then. You were asleep in the carriage and looked so frail, so incapable of taking the job of DADA, but you proved us wrong. You were, and still are the best DADA teacher we've ever had.
I remember that year when you taught me the Patronus Charm, a charm, which later saved not only my life but also Hermione's and Sirius'. I never really thanked you for teaching it to me. I guess when I was that young I didn't understand how dangerous the wizarding world really is. So, Thank You Remus.
Now I understand. Now I have been in more life-or-death situations then I care to count. Especially now, since I was expelled, I have had almost weekly dealings with the Dark Lord, - sorry Voldemort. Sometimes I've been meeting him daily. I made a mistake Remus; I took the Dark Mark the night I was expelled. Last year I would have blamed Dumbledore, as it was he who expelled me, but then again last year I wouldn't have been expelled. (Unless Umbridge had had her way of course.)
I do not regret leaving Hogwarts and coming here, to where I feel at home. But I regret not allowing you time to explain, to talk to me, to tell me your side of the great story that is my past and my life. I miss our conversations. I miss you Remus.
As you know Severus Snape is my father, you were the one who I heard it from, all the way back at the start of term. Barely 3 months ago, if that. It seems like an age away doesn't it? At the time I was arguing with Ron and Hermione, and turned to Blaise, someone who could help me. Someone who understood me. Later I made friends with Draco. An unlikely friendship that could have lead me to my death. But I was so depressed at the time I did not care for the risks.
Up to Halloween I was with Draco and Blaise more often then not. We talked and joked about normal teenage things, rarely falling onto the path about the War. I did not trust Draco nor he me. But I was still talking to Lady Campaspe Domina Black, I'm sure you remember her, the portrait of Sirius' mother. She trained me in everything she had trained both Sirius and Regulus in. She trained me in potions, in charms, in curses, in hexes, in spells. Anything and everything. Under her tutelage my grades improved and my im-maturity diminished.
Under her tutelage I learnt the Dark Arts, and thus became accustomed to using them, you should mention that in class. The Dark Arts are a drug, cast them once, then again for curiosity, then you begin to lose control and only wish to cast the Dark Arts, and nothing else.
I would have become the next Dark Lord before the end of November if it weren't for Blaise. He told me to wait. Before going off and attacking Voldemort. So wait I did. I waited and waited and waited; I even made it through the Halloween party where Voldemort himself was present. But it was there I learnt the truth about my father, my mother and my mother's blackmailer.
I'm sure you knew my mother was not a witch of the light, but a mistress of the dark. She and my father were in love, and James was jealous. So much so that he wanted Lily for himself, so he went to Dumbledore who had a chain around Severus' neck. Dumbledore threatened Azkaban to Severus and James threatened the same to Lily.
Neither had a choice, if they wanted to survive. Did you know that Lily was pregnant with me when she was held on trial? When she was guarded by Dementors day in day out? Yes, she was, and people wonder why they affect me so badly.
James is lucky in a way. That he is dead, if he wasn't and I had a chance and finding all of this out with him alive, posing as my father, I would have hurt him so much that he would have wished he were dead.
Draco called me Harry today, when my name has been changed to Cercis Malus Snape. I asked him why, as I had no more links to that life. I was then reminded of both you and Ron. Ron I couldn't care less about now. He said he was a true friend and then abandoned me when he should have tried to help.
But you, you are more then an old teacher Remus. You are more then a link to my dead mother and her husband. You are more then the last Marauder. You are more then the last link to Sirius. You are one of my friends too, or were, I hope that I can still count on you as a friend Remus.
Can I still count you as a friend?
Soon my own plans will be put into action Remus; will you be there by my side? Will you stand by me when all my previous friends would not? Will you be there to honour Lily and to remember Sirius?
I hope you will be, my dear friend. If you decide to stick with me after all we've been through, touch the enclosed portkey and say 'libertas' on Christmas Eve, at 9 O'clock.
Hope to here from you soon, you do not have to tell me in your letter if you are or are not going to join me. All I expect in your reply is a simple hello, and I will be happy.
Farewell Moony.
Love Harry, (Now Cercis.)
Remus put the letter down on the table, unshed tears in his eyes. Hedwig cooed softly and Remus ran his fingers through her silky feathers, then making up his mind he pulled over a piece of parchment and wrote his reply.
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AN: there you go a longer chapter for you all.