Letters of the past. Story of the present. (Remus Lupin)

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Dear Noire,

I'm glad you made it home safe. I understand after everything, the last thing you want is to be back at the Dursley's, but I and many others are working on everything we can to free Sirius so you can finally be with him. He often talks about having you back and being a family again. I hope one day it will come, but for now, you'll have to sit tight while we try to work it out.

I already can hear you saying how you want to help, but this time, you've got to trust me. I know your father has been hounding you about this already in his letters, but please keep your head down and stay safe. I worry enough as it is, and with Voldemort on the rise, I have to remain diligent. I know you've got your license to apparate, but I insist that you try not to use it, stay at home for as much time as possible, at this moment in time it is the safest place. But - if you truly have no other choice but to use the spell, please go somewhere high and away from people. Preferably somewhere that has a clock, so you can't lose track of time. Time is important, use it wisely.

Lastly, and I'm truly sorry to say this is my last letter for a while, I wish I could tell you why, but I've been given strict instruction not to do so. I understand this is a hard time, but you are strong, you can get through it like you do everything.

This is not goodbye, this is I'll see you soon.
From Moony.

P.S: Try to stay out of trouble.

Rosalie stared down at the letter she received weeks ago. It was indeed the last one she had gotten from Remus. It was radio silent, and she found herself on edge at all times, praying another would arrive. She was anxious as it was, but knowing no information was coming was even worse. It was like she was falling down a waterfall and did not know if sharp rocks laid at the bottom or just water. 

Gently, she placed the piece of parchment onto the desk as she sighed softly. She missed him. It had been over a year since they had last seen each other. They had stayed in contact, they would send letters back and forth often, but it was not the same. Having him by her side during the fifth year and not having him at all during the sixth was like her heart getting ripped out. The last year was the worse of all, and Rosalie often cried herself to sleep wishing she could see him again. She wished she had the option to go and see him when she needed advice or someone to spend time with who understood her. Rosalie knew Severus was to blame for Remus' absence during that year, but she had stopped being mad at him long ago. Without him, she was unsure whether she would have been able to finish the year at all. He became her safe place, and he was there at every obstacle she had to face.

Rosalie folded the letter carefully as she forced back more tears, she opened the top drawer of her desk and placed it with all the other letters Remus had sent her over the year. She kept them all. It was her light in the dark. In one of the letters, there was always something written that would pull her away from the black hole that was slowing sucking her away. Even if what was written was out of context, just knowing he was the one to write it put her mind at ease. Her hand lingered above the letters for a few moments. She breathed softly as her mind flickered through moments with Remus during the fifth year. The corner of her lip tugged upwards as she remembered the many nights they spent talking, and how she always said she would stay awake with him marking but eventually always fell asleep.

Carefully, Rosalie pushed the letters towards the back of the drawer as she revealed a picture frame that sat at the bottom, she grabbed the edge of it and pulled it out, resting it on the desk. It was the picture frame Remus had given to her when he told her the truth of her life and family. She breathed a laugh when she saw Remus, he was young and she stifled a laugh when she saw he had bangs. Rosalie had held back from looking at the photo for some time, thinking it would simply make her sad, but in fact, she felt a warmth in her stomach.