Mid September
Dear Remus,

So what you're saying is that you think Voldemort is trying to make a comeback, aren't you? I wish I could tell you my gut says otherwise, but you'd know I was lying. Damn Wormtail for making fools of us again! We should have killed him when we had the chance.

I don't need to tell you what this means, do I, Moony? It means our number one job now is to use whatever means necessary to keep Harry safe until he's, well, ready. We both know that's paramount. Voldemort is probably trying to kill him and make it look like an accident, and we can't let that happen, no matter what.

You mentioned that Harry would be safe as long as he was with Peony or Primrose or whatever the hell her name is. What you might not have known is that he wasn't there much at all! He's been staying with Arthur and Molly Weasley. (I finally remembered her name, after years of trying to repress it. Fair gives me the collywobbles, she does.) Dumbledore gave his blessing, so I suppose it was all right.

Normally, I wouldn't give them, or anyone but Dumbledore, good odds against Voldemort, but if he were to go after one of her chicks, I'd be tempted to put my money on Molly. And Harry, it would seem, is one of her chicks. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I can't do much about it from here save accept it. Arthur, as I remember, knows his potatoes, so between them I suppose they could've managed just about anything that might have come up. I'm becoming quite the worrier, eh? Harry's safely tucked in at Hogwarts now, so no harm done, and I've written him to let him know I'm heading north. Hedwig has a long way to go, so I don't know when he'll get it. Bet you fifty Galleons his next owl tries to convince me he's fine.

I did pick up a paper, and you're right. Bertha's a goner. And while we're on the subject of current events, what the bloody hell happened at the Quidditch World Cup? Were there really bodies all over the place? And the Dark Mark's appearing makes me think that Wormtail has found Voldemort. I think Voldemort sent Peter to the World Cup to stir up trouble. I imagine those Death Eaters who got away last time practically cacked themselves, didn't they?

Lethifolds and doxies? All we need now are a boggart and a vile little house elf, and it'll be just like home! Moony, I can't wait to see you again. I think my tail is wagging harder than Padfoot's. You've been skirting the real issue as much as I have, but one thing gives me hope: you stayed in Bristol. I wanted that more than anything, but I didn't dare come right out and ask. I hope that means that you want to, well, at least see if we can make things work again between us. Oh, I know it's been thirteen years, and a lot has happened that we can't magically fix. I imagine it's going to take a lot of talking, a lot of listening, a lot of healing, and a lot of patience, but you are saying you want to try, aren't you? I promise to work hard on the patience part.

Merlin, I'm going to feel such a fool if I'm misunderstanding you.

All my love,
Pads