A/N: YES I KNOW I'M SO SORRY! I had a lot on my plate, still do, and writing wasn't a priority. I'm sorry I took so long. On the bright side, I do have a lot of ideas so I'm probably gonna be doing a good amount of writing soon.
Dear Sirius Black,
Happy Easter. You know I've never been religious, what kind of a god would allow all this to happen, but I'm also pretty sure that if Jesus was real he wouldn't want his sacrifice to humanity to be honored by sending a bunch of children into a field to look for chocolate eggs that were supposedly laid by a rabbit so I don't even know if you could call this holiday a religious one. I just know that I'm enjoying eating a Cadbury egg because these things are some of life's greatest gifts.
Funny little anecdote/bad childhood memory, one year Easter was the day after a full moon. 1968. As you can tell by the fact I remember the year, this Easter had an effect on me. I begged my parents to let me go out and join in on the egg hunt with the other children, but they wouldn't let me. I overheard my parents talking and mam saying that they could buy some chocolate eggs and hide them around the house so I could have a safe egg hunt, but my dad said that if I keep getting whatever I want I'm never going to be a real man. Kind of a fucked up thing to say about your 8 year old son who doesn't want to be the weird Lupin kid for the sixth time. Did I ever tell you this story? I know that you know we moved a lot when I was a kid and that I never really made friends in any of the small towns we resided in throughout my childhood, but I don't think I ever disclosed Easter of '68. Anyway, continuing the story. I snuck out and joined the egg hunt anyway. But my parents were right, I was too weak to properly do the egg hunt. I broke my arm after tripping on a rock running to grab an egg. Haven't participated in a "run around in an open field" game since.
My parents were really upset, but in very different ways. Mam took me out of town because our local doctor was not a very qualified one and she wanted to make sure I was getting good treatment. Dad was really mad at me. He told me I needed to think before I act and that I'm lucky I just broke my arm. This is also why I'm ambidextrous. I broke my left hand and had to learn to write with my right one for school. It was a bit of a blessing though because kids finally stopped teasing me for being left handed. There was also one teacher I had who yelled at me for being left handed because you righties are weird. Although I am writing this with my right hand but only because I don't like smudging my hand when I write.
Now I'm writing with my left because fuck you. Do you think Harry's having a fun Easter? We tried our best to make it fun for him last year but it's difficult to celebrate a holiday about running around finding eggs filled with chocolate with a nine month old. Still, he seemed to enjoy crawling around the backyard and looking for the toys we hid so maybe it's not that difficult to celebrate. I hope he never has an Easter of '68.
You never told me how your family celebrated Easter. I always assumed you did the same as us with the chocolate eggs and magic bunnies but you didn't start talking about Easter until you moved in with James. Knowing the Blacks you probably had to do some family dinner bullshit or something. Not me. My dad's family didn't associate with us because I was a werewolf and my mam's family didn't associate with us because dad was a wizard.
I remember that that was part of how we bonded initially. We had James pushing the four of us into a group but besides the mutual friendship with him we had nothing to make us friends. I was able to bond with Peter over growing up in the Muggle country. But you were a bit harder. I didn't really like you, plus I was trying not to get too attached to Hogwarts since I could be revealed to be a werewolf and expelled at any moment, but then you got that letter from Regulus and nobody could console you. So, when James and Peter eventually left to go their classes, I skipped and hung out with you in the dorm. You didn't talk but I did. I told you all about my family and when I finally finished you looked up at me, eyes wet but no longer crying, and you smiled. And I knew I needed to make you do it again.
Happy Easter, Padfoot.
Love, Moony