.:Past:.
Remus had decided to visit Sirius, to visit Sirius, to make sure it wasn't true. When Remus found out about Lily and James, he felt helpless, but stood strong like a tower. But when he heard about Peter and Sirius...He couldn't take it. He broke down, sobbing, eating nothing for days. He had to find out it wasn't true. He had to.
When he arrived at Azkaban, Sirius looked at Remus with hollow eyes and said one thing."I didn't do it." Remus stared at him. He asked more questions, coaxing him to explain. But he looked off into space. Remus gave him a look of disgust, and left.
.:Present:.
A man spat out a swear word. On the coffee table was a letter. A letter from him. Him, the one who took awak the only famikly he felt he had actually belonged in. Him, who had made his life full of misery, grief, and regret. Him, the one he had nightmares about, how he had led his master to their house. Lily and James' house. Him, the one he still loved. How could he have done it? To Lily, to James? To Harry, his own Godson?
"The Monster...", he murmered. He looked at the letter again. Mr. Remus J. Lupin, 468 E. Merlin Rd., Apt.1, Hogsmeade. He opened the letter, putting it on the sofa next to him, meaning to read it, to see what the one who had betrayed him had to say. But then Dumbledore came through the fire, summoning him to Hogwarts. But he didn't read it. Ever. He hadn't the chance. But if he could've, maybe things might've turned out differently.
Moony,
It's padfoot. You, like everyone else in this harsh, gullible world might think that I betrayed Lily and James. You. But I didn't. Peter did it. And, as everyone believes, he isn't dead. He's alive and well, and he's at Hogwarts. With Harry. I decided I would try to cinvince you once more. By the time you read this letter, I'll have escaped away from this hell-hole. Day by day, to keep my sanity, I have to change myself into Padfoot. And, I'm getting quite sick of it. I'm tired of this god-forsaken place, being convicted for a crime I didn't commit. I'm going to get Peter. For Lily. For James. For You. But most of all...For Harry. Because that bastard took away a life he could've had.
Padfoot.
The letter sat there, an insight into the truth. But, as always, good things never last long, and Karma takes it's revenge. A wind blew through a cracked window, and the letter was picked up in the breeze, thrown into the flames. Soon enough, the fire had turned one thing that might've changed all into ashes. It was gone.
.:Somewhere in England:.
A gaunt man took a last look at a place he had came to despise, to hate with all the being in him. Inhaling and exhailing deeply, he said with a grim smile,"I'm leaving. And I'm never coming back. Ever."