Sirius, how could you? Of all the reckless, self-centered, dumb things you have ever done, this takes the cake. Didn't Dumbledore tell you to stay home; didn't I? But no, you never could listen, staying home with me just wasn't good enough, even after 12 years rotting alone in a cell. You had to be fighting, on the front lines.
"It's for Harry, I'm his godfather, I promised to protect him." You said, "You just wouldn't understand." You know I love him like a son, just like you do, I countered, but it wasn't enough to keep you back. And now what Padfoot? How are you going to protect him from behind the veil? I'm all he's got left to connect him to family- real family, and I can't do it! I can't help him cope with this, I feel destroyed myself.
I need you Sirius, I always have. You've abandoned me, again. All the times over the years that Moony has cried for his shaggy black friend, all the times Remus has cried for his shaggy black-haired boyfriend. I need your strong grip to literally shake me from my worries. I need your liveliness to teach me to have fun. I need you to dry my eyes, and tell me what do say to Harry. Where are you when I need you most; sipping tea with the Potter's and slipping in shots of Firewhiskey whenever Lily turns her back, I'm sure, meanwhile, I'm on the other side feeling like a part of me was just torn from my body.
"And I'm writing to a dead man." He muttered outloud.
"Professor?" Ginny's voice startled Remus from his mutterings with a start.
"I'm not your Professor anymore Ginny, please call me Remus."
"I'll try. Anyway, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but your door was open and I thought maybe you'd like to talk."
"I think I'd like that very much. I daresay for a house so full, there's not many people to have a conversation with at the Burrow."
"Well, I'm here now."
"Indeed you are. I can barely believe that he's gone," he says suddenly "I feel like he's just going to pop in that door any minute. I can't bear the flood of memories any longer."
"What do you remember most about him?"
"They're not even full memories mostly. A stray touch, a random look, a smile from across the common room, that mischievous look he would get when planning a prank, and the smile of sweet success, the serious looks meant only for me. I remember one time in 7th year when we played a particularly excellent prank on the Slytherins. It was right before the big Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Sirius and I snuck into the snake's common room under James' cloak. We waited hours for them to all turn in before we could proceed. We turned every snake into a lion, every crest into that of Gryffindor, we snuck into their dorms and did the same to those, and then to add to it, Sirius painted the common room pink. On the way out, with a spell we overheard we changed their password to Marauders Forever. The next morning, the scene before us in the Great Hall is indescribable. Lucius and Severus were so upset they ran in in their pyjamas to complain to Dumbledore. Of course, they couldn't get back in because we changed the password. I daresay, being a highly respected Prefect and best friends of both Head Boy and Girl comes in handy."
"Sirius and I were so excited with the results we ran all the way back to the Tower hand in hand nearly collapsing in fits of laughter. James was waiting for us, amazed at what we pulled off and bloody angry for excluding him. That was the first time either of us confronted our feelings for each other, and he kissed me for the first time. After that, we both knew we'd always be together. And we always have been, even when he was in Azkaban, my heart has always been with him, I never believed he'd sold out James and Lily. And now, he's gone-really gone, I'm completely lost.
"Sirius will always be with you, with all of us, Prof-er, Remus. We've just got to find a way to keep him alive. Keep his memory in our hearts, how he would want to be remembered."
"You are quite insightful for one so young Ginny Weasley. Not many people can get me to open up, and I do believe you have caused me to flood out with emotion."
"I love hearing you're stories. Harry would too you know. You should tell him some."
"I believe I will"
"Ginny!" bellowed Molly from downstairs "get started on the wash this instant, it should be done by now!"
"I guess I've gotten you in trouble, haven't I" inquired Remus
"Not a worry, it's just Ron's clothes. What was that spell you used to turn the Slytherin common room pink again?"
"I never said, it's adfectio and then the color of your choice. Why?"
"I was thinking that Ron could use some more pink in his wardrobe, and room."
"The spell works on anything, but I have never told you any of this."
"Why of course not Remus! I do believe however, you have found a way of preserving our four-pawed friend's memory."
"He would like that."
With that, Ginny Weasley scampered downstairs with a grin. Taking out a fresh sheet of parchment and taking up his quill, Remus began to write again.