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Dear Remus,

I hope you're well. Today has been pretty languid for the most part, we all went for a swim this morning, Peter slipped but thankfully fell into the pool and hasn't been injured.

Marlene has come to visit for a few days, her parents are apparently quite fond of Mum and are delighted that Draco and Marlene are together. Draco looks happy, so as long as she treats him right...then I'm okay with her. I guess-she can be a tad crass.

Sirius has apparently broken up with Dorcas by owling her a couple days ago and a howler arrived this morning. It was dreadful. You could hear her crying. I do hope she'll find a way to get over him soon. Sirius is fine, he apologised to Mum and Dad and then quickly went out into the Orchards. I followed him and we went for a long fly; it was a pretty warm afternoon, but it was windy so it wasn't too hot. Neither of us said much. Sirius was too busy thinking and I didn't want to bother him. I do think he was happy not to be alone though.

Gosh I miss you. I wish you were here to see all this with us. I wish you were here so I could hug you and kiss you and just talk about poetry and books and all the weird things that run through my head daily.

It makes me happy to see Mum and Dad so madly in love still. I found them in the Sun Room yesterday, Mum was sitting sideways in Dad's lap, and they were chatting away happily. Mum always looks her happiest when she's with Dad, and vice versa.

Mipsy just popped into my room to say that dinner is ready, so I'm going to finish this up quickly and then I'll give it to Storm. He likes you, he won't peck you. He'll love you forever if you give him a treat though, he's a big softie really.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

Wales has been strange yet kind of fun so far. Mum is ecstatic to be back home, yet a bit sad since Grandma is getting on in age and she's extremely frail. Neither of my parents will say it, but I don't think she'll last the summer.

Glad that Pete's okay. Not quite sure what to say about Sirius, I did know that he was going to break it off soon, he told us right before school ended. That he was going to end it quite like that...that I wasn't privy to.

I miss you too.

She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies. That's Lord Byron. It's a fairly old poem, but I think that we can wax poetry to each other like this...don't you? Godric I miss you witch. I miss your voice and just you. Just you.

I can't wait to see you again. Really I can't. I miss you Hermione, really I do.

Yours,

Remus.

Dear Remus,

OH. You started this, and it would only be rude if I didn't continue.

It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Emily Dickinson...she was a witch did you know?

Walburga flooed yesterday and Mum spent an hour telling her to sod off. That Sirius is staying here for the summer and how she'll pay for Sirius's books (Walburga was threatening not to pay for them). Sirius got a curt letter from Regulus this morning saying that their Mother is very, very unhappy with him and that even if they aren't as close as they used to be, he hopes Sirius is doing well.

Hopefully that will means Sirius and Regulus can mend their broken relationship. Though Sirius may be too proud to do that.

James is still sending Lily sappy love letters...she has yet to respond. He hounds me constantly, complaining about how she replies to my letters. He's convinced that they got lost along the way-he doesn't really think so, but it's nice to hope isn't it?

Peter went home three days ago, he was sad that he had to leave, but his Mother's taken a turn for the worst again. You remember how she has such terrible health.

I miss you. My sweet Moon.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

Sappy love letters you say? Is that not what we're doing?

I did start spouting poetry didn't I? My supply of books is limited whilst we're here but I did find something decent. Well at least I hope it is. I may need to go into my brain's archives after this and hope I don't muck up any of the lines.

There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never a face so pleased my mind...Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why. Thomas Ford. I picked the bits I felt appropriate to use. The rest was a bit...intense and I think I may scare you off if I was to use things like that.

Granny is definitely getting worse and worse. I feel useless since I can't do anything to help. I try to sit by her side and talk to her when she's awake. Mainly when she does find a spot of consciousness she slightly delirious and she begins to speak of her youth. It's very interesting, it's sad that she doesn't remember when she has those moments.

The last time she was properly lucid, I was there with her until Mum and Dad finished cooking lunch-she looked me straight in the eye (she has pale blue eyes, covered in a thin, milky layer as her sight is going) and said, "Remus...my boy...I know what you are. A wizard. Please. You can end it. End my suffering. Hope...my kind, caring daughter...she has too much hope, true as ever to her name...she won't take me to the Hospital so they can let me pass into oblivion. She believes that it will all be fine. I am dying, Remus. We all know that. Please. Ease my suffering."

I panicked and gave her a dreamless sleeping potion. She woke up the next day with no recollection of our conversation. Mum is wearing a brave face, she doesn't want to let her Mother go, she is clinging to the idea that she'll be okay.

Mum sings old Welsh folk songs to her at night, it's what I listen to as I fall asleep.

Just after the Dawn breaks most mornings, I go for a short walk. It's quiet out here in the countryside. Granny's house is fairly remote. Living here all the time would drive Dad fucking crazy, I just know it. It's too silent. Back home the forest around our house is filled with the sounds of nature. It is here too...but they're different sounds from what he's gotten used to over the last several years.

It makes me question how he survived living here before I was born and the few months that we were here after.

Shit. I hope Pete's okay. He never said anything in his letters. I'll write him today and ask how he's holding up.

That is troubling news about Missus Black. Sirius doesn't talk about her...but I've seen the scars Hermione. His body is littered with them. None of them look like they were life threatening, but I have a feeling it was more about control and emotional torment than anything else.

I have mentioned that your Mum is fucking amazing right? If not. She's freaking amazing. She really is. It still amazes me how she took us strays in, without hesitation or question.

How is Dray? I notice you didn't mention him in your last letter. Is everything still smooth sailing with him and Marlene?

Yours,

Remus.

Dear Remus,

You know exactly what to say to make me happy. I think you already know that though.

I sent Peter some Herbology books to help distract him. I know he struggles in it, and I just thought...it'd help. You know?

Sirius seems nonplussed about the whole issue with his Mother, but I see him rubbing the scar on his wrist whenever she's mentioned. I try to talk to him about it but he shuts down instantly.

Lily answered one of James's letters...finally. My dear brother about had a heart attack, it was almost as if he'd been hand delivered a pygmy puff. He's practically floating up in the clouds right now. Even though her letter said, "please stop writing me, Potter. Evans."

He hasn't written since, but I suppose he feels validation of some sort.

Draco is fine. He is working on a personal project and just had a major breakthrough. He's been holing himself up inside of our Potions room for the last couple of weeks. It's getting out of hand and Dad is insisting we have an intervention. He doesn't sleep as often as he should, but he seems to be happy enough now that he's figured out another piece of his problem. He says there's minor tweaking now, and then hopefully he'll have figured it out.

I am so, so sorry about your Granny. I know this may sound harsh, but I don't think there's anything you can do but make her comfortable at this point. Love her and spend as much time with her as you can. I do hope that she's not in any pain and if she does pass that it's painless and quiet. I wish I knew what else to say. I've never known anyone to pass from old age.

I am breaking the poetry chain, I don't have a good reason, but we'll just have to continue this when we see each other again.

I've enclosed a picture of us Potters and Sirius from last week (we managed to get Draco out of the Potions room long enough to take it). Mipsy did us the honour of taking the picture. She grumbled about not being able to see it from the ground since she was hovering the camera up in the air-either way, it's a lovely picture and I adore it. That's your copy. You can keep it. This way we'll be kind of with you, even when we're not.

Does this make up for the poetry? Most likely not.

Somehow summer has passed by in the blink of an eye. School is starting back in two weeks. Which is insane.

Sirius, James and Draco's hair has gotten out of hand. Messy mops for the Potter boys and shoulder length waves for Sirius. Still. Mipsy looks like she's itching to cut off at least a couple inches. The boys are smart enough to know not to go around her when she's dealing with anything sharp at the moment.

I miss you. Two more weeks and I can finally kiss you and hold you again.

Did you get your Prefect's badge yet? McGonagall didn't send me one, so I can only guess that they gave it to Lily. She is much better suited for it than I. This is me assuming that you did in fact get a Prefect's badge. Is that a correct assumption?

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

We're leaving Wales today, by the time you get this I'll most likely be back at the Den.

An old friend of Dad's picked up all my textbooks and all that whilst we were away. I'm going to have to rush to get my robes tomorrow when we get back. My other ones are too small.

You did break the poetry chain. Tsk tsk. I'll forgive you since the picture was lovely. Everyone looks extremely happy. You of course look radiant as always.

I think James needs to let Lily have some space and things will naturally work themselves out.

Make sure Dray doesn't work himself too hard. What is it with you twins? Once you get invested in something it simply consumes you. You both get so caught up in it all you can't see anything else. It's like you have blinders on to the rest of the world. I would ask what he's working on, but I have a feeling I'll find out sooner or later.

Speaking of projects. We should be able to finish the map in about a month when we get back to school. It's really the finishing touches and checking how accurate it is that's left to do now. I'm trouble with one bit, and if I ask nicely will you assist me in figuring it out?

Granny passed a couple nights ago in her sleep. Mum is distraught of course. I don't know if this makes me terrible or not...but I'm kind of glad...not that I wanted her to die, just, she's not in pain anymore. I'm just happy that she's not suffering anymore. She didn't want a funeral, so we buried her at the top of a bluff not too far from her house. Mum was crying and saying that she'd like it. Dad used some magic to make a small tombstone. We're supposed to be hearing from lawyers and a bunch of other people soon to deal with her estate and all of her assets. It's the last thing that Mum wants to deal with. Thankfully she has Dad so when I go back to school she'll have someone to lean on. They're closer than ever and I'm very happy about that.

I know you're going to ask when you see me so I'll just tell you now, the Full Moons weren't that bad, they've been much worse before...though it did hurt to change more than normal. I guess it's cause I've had a couple growth spurts. After I transformed it was pretty alright though, Moony was mostly exhausted I think.

I would run from a sharp object wielding Mipsy too if I knew she intended to cut my hair. Mum normally cuts mine, but Dad insisted he do at the beginning of this week.

Which is how I ended up with two inches of hair on my head, if that. You can see my scalp, Hermione. My scalp.

I did in fact get my Prefect's badge. Merlin knows why she gave it to me and not Frank. I suppose she thought I would keep you lot in line, but I have a feeling that this year is only going to be more hectic. Plus I don't think anyone could keep us all in line besides your Mum or your Dad. Well, Minnie does a good job of it as well. Though Sirius can't really be controlled by anyone, he's like wildfire, he just spreads and spreads.

I can't wait to see you next week. You're going to have to beg me to let you go. Cause I've missed your hugs so much. It's almost embarrassing just how much I missed them. How much I missed you.

Yours,

Remus.