Dear Sirius Black,

Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch. Remember that time Snape called you a son of a bitch and you just nodded? I really miss your humor. Sometimes I pretend you aren't a traitor and imagine talking to you to cheer myself up. Pathetic but that's what I do.

I started a fund to commission a tombstone for James and Lily. They were buried last month but I think the plain tombstone they got is less than they deserve. I've put in a good amount of money myself but I still need to eat. It's getting a decent amount of donations, I imagine James would be satisfied knowing how much people are putting into his memory, so their grave will be the one they deserve soon. I visit them every week.

I've been able to listen to some music but it's still hard. I put on the radio the other day and Black Dog was on. I turned it off immediately. I wonder if when your body was choosing its animal form you were thinking of that song. Wonder if you knew in that moment that we'd all immediately think of you whenever we listen to it. I wonder why I act like I'm ever gonna talk to you again.

Remus