I : A Letter

Remus

James and Lily are in the common room, taking pulls of Firewhisky and trying to drink each other under the table. I suspect James isn't playing to win. He never does, with Lily.

Peter is passed out in a chair. As expected, Rat-Boy can't hold his drink.

And Sirius is in the toilets, throwing up.

They're lucky one of us is still sober.

I'm also in the toilets, holding back Padfoot's long hair and alternately comforting him and scolding him. This always happens. Every time someone gets hold of any alcohol, I'm the one left to take James and Peter upstairs; I'm the one to clean up the sick. Because I'm the only one of us with the sense not to drink half a gallon of Firewhisky.

Great. Now Pads is dead to the world too. "'Nks a l't, M'ny. 'preciate 't…"

I swing him over my shoulders and haul him to the common room. I'm lucky he weighs practically nothing, or I'd never get him up there. As it is I can just about get him upstairs and into bed, where I collapse, panting. Why the hell did the makers of Hogwarts have to make it so far between the toilets and the dorms?

Oh well, better go back and haul Wormtail and Prongs back up here. They'll both be unconscious by now.

As I stand up to leave, the hand Padfoot had been holding in a fist opens, and a ball of paper falls into his trunk. I try to ignore it…it's none of my business…but I'm really curious as to what it is. And, um, yeah, if I don't get it out now it might sink into the detritus of Sirius' suitcase and he'll never find it. That's the only reason I grab it. Not because I'm nosy or anything. And then as I pull it out I see my name scrawled on it.

Moony,

I'm writing this letter because you have to know how I feel. I'm not a great letter writer, so bear with me.

Ever since you came up to Hogwarts, a shy little kid, I've wanted to protect you and look after you. I became an Animagus for you, just like James and Pete (and I think you should know that was MY idea. ALL MINE!!!!) And looking at your smile made it all worth it. And whenever you were sad, so was I.

And then about two months ago, I realised why. I love you, Remus Lupin. Everything about you is beautiful, even your scars, because they're YOU. I know you don't feel the same, I know you've got a girlfriend. I know I'VE got a girlfriend. But I still love you.

And I'm scared of how you'll react, so even though my feelings are burning away at me, I've never told you. And even now I've written this letter, I'll probably never post it. So if you get this, take it as an example of love triumphing over fear.

Your friend (hoping to be more)

Padfoot

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Oh shit.

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