December 12
Dear Remus,

I'm okay, mate. Had a bit of a delay around Reading. Let's just say that some people really should consider keeping their Rottweilers penned up at night. They aren't exactly welcoming to lovable strays, and there was quite a tussle. I'm proud to say that Padfoot held his own, but he just wasn't any match for a brace of the bastards, and I was laid up with fever for a bit when it didn't want to heal properly. It's nothing you need worry over now. I'm right as rain again.

I saw the write-up in the paper about Harry. Either he's ruddy brilliant, or someone gave him better advice than I would have! I'm really proud of him. It was a rather Jamesian solution, wasn't it?

All the rest can keep until I see you, which should be in a couple of days at most. I absolutely promise you I'll be there by the full moon. Hard luck its falling so near the holidays, but you'll be all right again in time to have a happy Christmas, won't you? We'll just sleep in and be lazy all week and lick each other's wounds and take care of each other after all our exciting adventures, just like old times.

All my love,
Sirius

P.S. Leave a light on, love. I'm coming home.