Early July

Padfoot,

I want you to know, Sirius, that as I look over those long and hard thirteen years, I don't think I ever hated you. I was sad, hurt, and angry, and I think I tried to hate you for all the lies and betrayal. For the longest time I tried to hate you just so I could get over you. I stopped doing that once I realized how much I missed you. I missed the Sirius who didn't lie to and betray his best friends.

And it's so wonderful to have you back, Padfoot.

I can't tell you how much it means to hear that I was in your thoughts while you were in Azkaban. My transformations were much more terrible and painful than they had been. After years of having Padfoot, Prongs, and even Wormtail by my side, I had forgotten how horrible and how lonely it could be. You wouldn't believe the scars I have now, Sirius. Did you notice the three long, ugly scars across my face? That happened the month you were arrested.

I've been looking around trying to find someone to make the potion. I'm sure you can imagine how difficult that is. There are several potions masters who claim they specialize in rare and unusual potions, but whenever you mention the Wolfsbane Potion, they wrinkle their noses in disgust and make it very clear they don't cater to those kind of needs. I was finally able to find a place somewhere deep in Knockturn Alley. It's extremely dodgy, but it seems to be the only place, and several other werewolves buy their potions there.

Thank you for the emeralds. I normally wouldn't accept such a valuable gift, but I do appreciate the irony you are enjoying. Knowing you as well as I do, I know that alone is worth more than the value of the stones to you, so I will accept them gratefully. Unfortunately, they won't be much good the first time round. In order to make a potion for this month, the potions master should have started a week ago. He has a place for me to transform, however. It's just a cellar beneath his shop, but it will do.

I don't know if you've heard, but Dolores Umbridge has drafted a piece of Anti-Werewolf legislation that's going to make it very difficult for me to find a job. This happened after the Ministry received some angry owls from parents of Hogwarts students. I'll probably have to find a Muggle job if I can. Wish me luck.

I enjoy the very wet, sloppy, sandy kisses and miss you even more.

Remus

P.S. Have you ever considered that what might be causing this unholy ruckus could be you? Perhaps you should start moving around to other places. Please be careful, Sirius, I'm very worried about you. I don't want to lose you again.

P.P.S. I can't believe I forgot to tell you, but I've rented a small flat in Muggle London near The Leaky Cauldron. There is some definite repair needing to be done, but nothing I can't fix with magic. Thank you again.