Please note that the world of Harry Potter belongs to Rowling, therefore I take no credit in it or the characters I use for this fanfic.

1 May 1998

Dear Padfoot,

I know it is only a week since I wrote to you last time, well, wrote to you is probably the wrong term, since you're not actually reading this. But I felt my last letter helped me relieve my soul, it made me feel some kind of peace at mind. Since you left me here my mind has been a big mess, I haven't been able to think clearly since you died.

But now, now that I got to write to you, I felt like I got a bit of it out of my system, you know? Of course you do, because talking to me was what you did when you needed to get something out of your system, even though I think this ache will never go away, just like I will always be a werewolf, and just like you will always own my heart.

I'm afraid there are other things than your death I'm worrying about right now, Voldemort is stronger than ever and Harry is off being a hero, just like both his father and his godfather. If you were here right now I'm sure you would have said "Oh no Rem, you're the hero in this room", but you aren't, and I'm not a hero. Never have been, never will be. I'm a werewolf for Merlin's sake, and it's tough now that I don't have you here keeping my wolf at bay.

But back to Voldemort, rumor goes that Harry has soon found all the Horcruxes, so Neville has promised to contact the Order immediately if he turns up at Hogwarts. I've promised to go to Hogwarts if he appears, and so has Nymph. I know it means that in case of fight, I might die, and I'm sorry Siri! I really am, because I know you don't want me to risk my life, but for once in my life I want to feel like I'm actually doing something to help. I know being in the Order should give me that feeling, but it's not, because I don't think I'm actually doing anything. And I know I have a son, a son that deserves to grow up with his parents, but this is war. I want to be a part of creating a better world, a better world for him to grow up in.

In worst case, or best, we'll be reunited again. If not, I will make sure the first word Teddy speaks is "Sirius". Yes, I can see that now, how very nice it would be.

This is where you'd roll your eyes, if you were alive.

I quite miss that look you gave me when you thought my words where complete and utter nonsense.

I'm beginning to feel my words are becoming nonsense right now, but you loved my nonsense, right? So here comes a nonsense letter with important content, the important content being my love for you.

Yours eternally, Rem.