Dear Sirius [ENG]

Titel: Dear Sirius
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction
Färdigskriven: Kanske
Rating: PG-13
Beskrivning:
Detta är tänkt som ett brev som Remus skriver till Sirius före slutstriden på Hogwarts. Denna fanficen är ganska kort, men hoppas ni gillar den ändå.





Dear Padfoot,

I'm writing this because Nymph told me it might help. Help to ease my pain.
Padfoot, I miss you so much I think my heart might actually break any minute now. I know it's been almost two years since you.. Since you died, but I just can not get over you.

I have a son now, Teddy, I would've liked to name him Sirius, but Nymph wouldn't let me. I don't think I really love her, not like I loved you, like I will always love you. I love you so much I could die right now, just to be with you again, but I know you'd never forgive me if I left your godson to struggle alone. And besides, I've got a family now, a family who needs me.

God I really miss the feeling of running my fingers through your slightly tangled hair. I constantly tried to get you to brush your hair, but you were always too lazy, weren't you, Siri?
And I miss your eyes, how they always lit up when you got an idea, and the way you always looked at me. Like I was the most precious thing you had, like I was fragile like glass.

Moony misses you too. In fact, he misses his whole pack, even though I think he got over Wormtail pretty quickly. He misses you the most, and he always will. He howls for you every full moon, and is always completely crushed when there is no answer. You should see the damages he does to our body..

I'm actually considering sending this to The Grimmauld Place and have Paddy leave it on your bed. Paddy's my owl, he's got your grey eyes, and that same, piercing stare that makes your knees go wobbly when he's mad, and he's very smart too. You probably know where he got his name from, how could you not?

I sometimes visit Grimmauld Place, because someone's got to keep that place tidy. That house is full of so many memories for me, bad memories from when you were young and good memories from the times we actually spent in that house together. I must say, there are less good memories than bad memories, but that's simply because death snatched you away from me too early. We should have grown old together in that house.
That bloody portrait of your mother is a constant reminder about how much better our lives would have been if we would have been together, and sometimes I lie down on your bed just to think about you. Sometimes I can almost imagine you there with me, and then I open my eyes and I'm alone again.
It's equally heartbreaking every time.

I don't think I can write any more now, if I don't want to destroy this expensive parchment by crying on it...
Sirius, I'm seriously missing you.
Love, Rem.

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Del 2:

Dear Padfoot,

I know it is only a week since I wrote to you last time, well, wrote to you is probably the wrong term, since you're not actually reading this. But I felt my last letter helped me relieve my soul, it made me feel some kind of peace at mind. Since you left me here my mind has been a big mess, I haven't been able to think clearly since you died.
But now, now that I got to write to you, I felt like I got a bit of it out of my system, you know? Of course you do, because talking to me was what you did when you needed to get something out of your system, even though I think this ache will never go away, just like I will always be a werewolf, and just like you will always own my heart.

I'm afraid there are other things than you're death I'm worrying about right now, Voldemort is stronger than ever and Harry is off being a hero, just like both his father and his godfather. If you were here right now I'm sure you would have said "Oh no Rem, you're the hero in this room", but you aren't, and I'm not a hero. Never have been, never will be. I'm a werewolf for Merlin's sake, and it's tough now that I don't have you here keeping my wolf at bay.

But back to Voldemort, rumor goes that Harry has soon found all Horcruxes, so Neville has promised to contact the Order immediately if he turns up at Hogwarts. I've promised to go to Hogwarts if he appears, and so has Nymph. I know it means that in case of fight, I might die, and I'm sorry Siri! I really am, because I know you don't want me to risk my life, but for once in my life I want to feel like I'm actually doing something to help. I know being in the Order should give me that feeling, but it's not, because I don't think I'm actually doing anything. And I know I have a son, a son that deserves to grow up with his parents, but this is war. I want to be a part of creating a better world, a better world for him to grow up in.

In worst case, or best, we'll be reunited again. If not, I will make sure the first word Teddy speaks is "Sirius". Yes, I can see that now, how very nice it would be.
This is where you'd roll your eyes, if you were alive.
I quite miss that look you gave me when you thought my words where complete and utter nonsense.
I'm beginning to feel my words are becoming nonsense right now, but you loved my nonsense, right? So here comes a nonsense letter with important content, the important content being my love for you.

Yours eternally, Rem.

Tycker ju att siri & rem är lite twisted men måste ju erkänna att det är sjukt gulligt!

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