"Lie low at Lupin's."
In a proper home for the first time since he was 21, Sirius Black writes letters to all his friends the night of Voldemort's return. Remus goes out and places the letter on each tombstone and a small, empty cottage where Remus...
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Dear Prongs,
The first time I'm writing to you since Harry's birthday. It's strange to hold a quill and write you a letter when I know you won't write back. Hopefully you're watching me struggle with this from up there in heaven. Please tell me you're pranking Evans all the time, we promised not to let the Marauder streak die out even if we ended up married.
It's hard without you here, yelling your head off so we'd go to sleep, singing in your banshee like voice so we'd have to hide under our covers just to escape your voice. I'd be bluffing if I said I didn't miss it. Moony still sleeps at 9 and the bloody idiot hasn't even changed his stupid doorbell. I knew we should've charmed it when we had the chance. He still has sweaters on in June, that's what's abnormal about him- not his annoying furry little problem like you used to say.
Harry has the map Prongs, and your wicked cloak. Moony told me he uses it to go around the school at midnight. Poor Evans up there probably cursing the Marauder genes. He's found friends too- Molly and Arthur's son Ron and this brilliant girl called Hermione. I think they're like you and Lils you know, always bickering.
He's so much like you, our baby Prongslet, sometimes it feels like I have you back. But then he's got this streak of kindness that makes me think it's Lily stopping us from hexing Macnair or Rookwood. He stopped Remus and I from killing Peter you know, said he didn't want his dad's best mates to become killers for that scum and I couldn't tell if it was Harry saying that or good old Evans.
He made a Patronus you know, at 13! It was a stag, it was you Prongs. He's so brave Prongs, the most vulnerable and strong kid I know and he does not give up. So many people will try to persuade him against doing something but he always sticks up for what's right. I know he's Harry Potter, the Boy who lived and all that fancy stuff but to me he'll always be the tiny giggling baby who loved the broom his godfather gave him.
I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry I couldn't protect him or you. Turns out I'm as lousy of a godfather as I was a son to my parents. Everytime I try set things right, I end making it all so much worse. I'm sorry I ever suggested that Peter be your secret-keeper, I thought it was the perfect bluff and I'd be keeping you safe. Believe me, all I ever wanted was to keep you hidden and protect you.
You remember the day I ran away from home? You said that they could all go rot in hell and that your place was my home now. You promised you'd always be there to wake me up at 4 in the morning and that you'd be Moony's best man at his wedding. You promised to be the cool uncle when we had kids.
You promised you'd always stay. Then why did you have to leave? I love you Prongs and I lost everything the day I lost you.
Say hi to mum and dad up there from me,
Your brother,
Sirius.
A/N: So, first letter and I already destroyed a tiny piece of my heart. Just in case you get confused, mum and dad refers to Fleamont & Euphemia because let's be real Sirius' parents were douchebags and Sirius was practically a Potter by 16. Next chapter is Sirius' best friend, the vivacious Lily Evans!
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