All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

Seventh Year : Breakdown

I bet you don’t know how much I love you so

I’ve been trying hard

Not to let it show

I bet you don’t know how much I need you now

I know what to say

But I don’t know how

And my love keeps coming on (coming on)

And coming on (coming on)

And getting strong (getting strong)

What else can I do?

I bet you don’t know how I really feel

So let me prove my love to you

 

Thursday 23rd March 1978

O Noble Cousin Mine,

 

                        Another letter—huzzah! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me. You know, if you only ever write me when there’s a new record you want, I might have to start wondering about ulterior motives…Besides, you’re a wealthy man, now—haven’t you got enough money to buy them on your own? Oh, well, I supposed I don’t mind, if only for old time’s sake. Enjoy the new Bowie.

                        That’s wonderful news about the quidditch team; I wish there was a way for Ted and I to come watch your final game, but I think they stopped allowing outside spectators before your time at Hogwarts (after the fiasco with Emory Wood’s mother). Still, I know you’ll do wonderfully, and we’ll all be cheering for you from afar!

                        Do you know where you’ll be living yet, after Hogwarts? When I spoke to Effie it sounded like she was expecting you boys to stay for at least part of the summer, but I can’t imagine you’ll want to be there long—I remember how excited I was to find my own place once I’d left school. If you need any help house-hunting or moving in, you always know where to reach me (unless we have to move again, but so far the new shielding enchantments have held up just fine).

                        Effie also told me about your other plans—that you want to join the Order. Sirius, I understand why, I really do, and I won’t try to stop you. But please be careful. You don’t have to grow up too fast; it’s alright if you want to spend your first summer out of school pissing around. I sort of wish that I’d had a bit longer to just…be a kid, you know? What I’m trying to say is, don’t take it for granted.

                        Anyway, speaking of kids, I know that Dora would love it if you’d visit again. It’s a bit tricky right now, with all the enchantments, but the poor thing’s been cooped up at home for so long. We had to send Ted’s family into hiding, what with everything that’s been going on, and obviously my family isn’t going to be swinging by anytime soon, so I’m afraid that Dora’s starting to grow rather sick of just seeing her mum and dad all day. Honestly, she’s starting to drive me up the wall a bit, too—have you ever thought about babysitting?