So...

Alright, alright, Harry, so Remus did give me a rather warm welcome last night. I think you know how much I enjoyed that. *wink*

But he's not here right now, and I'm bored out of my fucking mind. (Er, don't mind my language, Harry.) What does he do in these rooms, anyway? There's just a bunch of sodding books, and I have better things ( Read more... )

All I have to say is, he saved me.

I thought I would never get out of that damn cave. And then he showed up. Remus.

It's been too long.

He whisked me out of there just in the nick of time; someone threw a few curses at us as we made our retreat. I think it was Lucius--who else knows I'm gone? I hate that bastard ( Read more... )

I found ("found" as in "kidnapped from some poor, unsuspecting student," that is) an owl, and sent Dumbledore a message.

He just told me to stay where I am. As if I had a choice.

And he didn't tell me anything about Remus or Harry. I knew something was wrong ( Read more... )

Our first conversation's bound to go something like this:

Me: Hello, Harry. I'm back.
Harry: You can't be Sirius!
Me: However did you guess my username?

Fuck, I can't joke about something like this. What if he doesn't believe me? What if he thinks I'm an imposter, or ghost? What if I am a ghost? I can't feel anything except pain, anymore ( Read more... )

I don't know why I'm alive, really ( Read more... )

It seemed like death ( Read more... )

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