Multi-chaptered. About three chapters, maybe, unless I decide to write more.
Dear Prongs,
Where are you and Lily? In heaven? Are you watching down on Harry, Moony, and I?
We miss you so much. Things are so bad here, but we're pulling through. Harry's fifteenth birthday is next week. We're bringing him here (Grimmauld Place).
Prongs, I never thought I would have to come back here. When I left summer before sixth year, I thought I was gone for good. Shows how right I was, eh?
Why did you die, Prongs? Why couldn't you have gotten away? It killed Moony and I when you died; maybe it killed Peter too, I don't know if he's capable of emotions anymore.
Prongs, mate, I miss you so much. I know I already said that, but I do. Mate, you know I love you to death. You're my brother.
Sorry if I'm ranting. I dunno, I guess I'm just getting out all of the stuff that's in me.
We're all writing letters. Moony, Harry, and me, I mean. Albus wanted us to. He said that it might help. Whatever that means.
You think I'd be over it by now. I mean, it's been fourteen years. But maybe this isn't the kind of thing you just 'get over'.
Sorry if you can't read this, mate. I'm crying, and it's falling onto the papers. Did you ever see me cry? Maybe. Did I cry when I ran away from my parents? I can't remember.
Do you remember that day? I can only remember it vaguely; I remember my parents shouting at me, kicking me, hitting me, then finally blasting me off the tree and kicking me out into the street. It was raining. I remember that the rain made my blood run from my cuts and onto the grounds. It never washed away; the stain is there still to this day. It's faded, but it's there. A reminder of how bad things used to be. Moony asked about the stain once, a couple weeks ago. I guess I never told him.
Do you remember when Lily finally said yes to you asking her out? You were the happiest guy alive, I could tell. You were jumping on your bed, until it cracked down the middle and you had to go get McGonagall so she could repair it.
Were you watching me when I went to Godric's Hollow after you died? Did you see me go through the rubble, looking for a sign that you guys were still alive? Did you see me find your body, and close your open eyes? Did you see me find Lily in Harry's nursery, and see me cry over her body, before closing her eyes as well? Did you see me take Harry out of the rubble, try to calm him down, even though I myself was beyond calm?
I can't do this, mate. I'm sorry. If you get this, Prongs, please write back to me.
Yours in Marauding in life or death,
Padfoot, a.k.a. Sirius Orion Black
Sirius folded up the letter, tears streaming down his face, before tapping it with his wand. It dissolved, and was gone.
Next Chapter: Remus writes to James.