Sirius~
Do you remember back in our 5th year when you and James were both failing potions?
You couldn't figure out a way to bring your grades up, other than acing the next two weeks of homework and the test that was coming up. So you broke down and asked me for help.
You guys couldn't keep focus no matter what I did, so I tried something that had always worked on our family cat.
A squirt bottle.
By the end of our tutoring session, both your and James's faces would be soaked with water. Still brings a smile to my face to this day, thinking of your sputtering faces when I caught you passing notes.
Surprisingly that next week, you guys were able to Ace your test, and did very well on your homework. You ended up barely passing, and when the professor gave back the test with the results, you said
"It was all thanks to Professor Lupin,"
That summer, you, James, and Peter all got together and got me a surprise. When we got back to school, the package arrived for me.
When I opened it, it was a carpet bag, briefcase looking bag. But what made it so special was the engraving across the front.
Professor lupin
In big gold letters.
James always said that I would end up being a teacher, and that my first year as a teacher, I had to use that bag. Just to prove that he was right.
But I used that bag all the time. Every year for school, whenever I would go on vacation, but you knew that. You told me it was going to wear out before I ever became a teacher at this rate.
So this year, I packed my things into my professor's bag and set off to hogwarts.
But as a professor this time.
James was right
I did become a teacher
And every time I use that bag, I'm reminded of the people who loved me enough to get it for me. I miss you three every day, but most of all, I miss you, Pads.
Maybe I'll see you soon.
With love,
Moony~
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FanfictionComplet!! When Sirius was sent to Azkaban, it broke Remus. His friend said it might help him get over what happened to write out what he felt in a letter to Sirius. But after a time, writing the letters was the only thing that made him happy anymore.