Remus shuffled the papers on his desk tiredly. Just that morning, there had been an argument between the werewolves and the veelas over the placement of one of the new housing units. It had degenerated into a fist fight that resulted in a hospital visit. Other than a few disruptions like this, though, the sanctuary was flourishing.

It had been seven years since the Hunters of Artemis had asked him to manage the magical creature sanctuary, and while it was managing fine, it was still a lot of work for him. He had a few house elves as assistants, but their help extended mainly to manual tasks, while the actual management was left completely to him. He lifted an envelope and frowned. "Minky!" he called.

The house elf popped into the room. "Yes, Master Wolfy?"

"Where did this letter come from?"

Minky smiled brightly. "It came the wizardy way."

"You mean an owl brought it?"

"Yes, Master Wolfy. It has Master Wolfy's name on it, so Tella put it on master wolfy's desk."

"Hmm," Remus flipped the envelope over in his hands. Now that he knew where it had come from and had examined it closer, he could tell that it was made of parchment, not paper as he would have expected with the normal type of letter that he received as the sanctuary's manager. He slid his thumb under the flap to open it.

'Dear Remus,' he read.

'I hope it was not too forward of me to write you, I just thought that you should be made aware of the recent news here. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. He is a bright young boy, who reminds me much of Lily, but he does have a mischievous streak reminiscent of James. He has befriended the youngest Weasley boy and they are quickly growing close. Both of them were sorted into Gryffindor.

I've always regretted that you could never find your own place in our world. You did such a good job as my teaching assistant when you were a student, that I have already put your name down with Albus as my replacement as transfiguration professor and head of Gryffindor.

Hoping this letter finds you well,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'

Remus looked down at the paper thoughtfully. He remembered Harry as a small toddler, running around the house and getting into trouble. It was difficult to see him as an eleven-year-old, with James' face and Lily's eyes, but none of their innocence. He had always regretted that the law had prevented him from raising Harry himself because of his 'furry little problem'. The first few weeks after James and Lily had died, he had hung around Petunia's house, trying to catch a glimpse of the cub he had lost, until Dumbledore drew him aside and told him the muggles were getting suspicious and he needed to stop. He had tried to write Harry a few times as he got older, but the mail wards that prevented Harry from getting all of his fan mail wouldn't let his owls through either.

He wondered if it was worth it to try and write Harry now that he was in school. He reached out and grabbed a sheet of paper before pausing. Even if Harry got his letter, he would most likely have no idea who Remus was. And if he did know who he was, there was no way that he would write back. He crumpled the paper, throwing it onto the floor, convincing himself that Harry wouldn't want to hear from him anyway.

Approximately nine months later, Remus received another letter about Harry, this time from Hagrid. It seemed Harry was as much of a trouble magnet as his parents were. Hagrid was asking for pictures of James and Lily for a photo album for Harry. Remus dug through the boxes in his closet, searching for all the pictures that he still had trouble looking at. He sorted through them carefully, making sure that there were none of Black. It was hard to find any that didn't have him, so he resigned himself to just making sure that there were none of Harry and Black alone together. He still couldn't quite believe what Sirius had done. He had seemed so close to the small family that it was almost inconceivable that he would betray them, but Remus knew that that was what had happened. It was fortunate that Peter had gotten to him first and made him show the world his true colors, or it was doubtful that Harry would have survived to attend Hogwarts.

Remus slid the pictures into an envelope, pulling out a sheet of paper.

'Dear Hagrid,' he wrote.

Enclosed you will find the pictures that you asked for. I hope Harry enjoys them.

Remus Lupin.'

He drew back, looking it over. It was short, yes, but there wasn't really anything else he wanted to say. "Hey, Hagrid, remember me? I'm the coward who ran away after my friends were killed. How's life?"

He sighed deeply. When Harry was a few years older, maybe he could write and introduce himself. But until then, he would only have his memories to comfort himself.