It was a dreary day. Lupin hated it. Sirius was dead. The Battle of the Department of Mysteries was over, and Sirius was dead. A chill came down his spine.
What had happened was over now. Grimmauld Place was empty of all happiness. The day was ending. Harry was safe though.
A small barn owl came through the window, a letter clamped in its beak. Lupin took the letter, opened it, and read the note.
In this desperate hour, my dear Order of the Phoenix, I need you most. The Wizarding World is in peril. Sirius Black is dead. His pact is uncomplete. The war is begun.
