November 1, 1981. 

Dear Wormtail and Prongs, 

It's the first full moon that you two are not by side and it kills me. It hits just the same as knowing who was responsible for this in the first place. Why him out of everybody that we knew? 

Although I can say I'm not surprised. 

He was raised in a home where they worship evil like a Christian does to their God. 

He couldn't have done it.

Not Padfoot.

Not Sirius. 

He promised us he would never. But in the end, he did. 

I can't find Harry, Prongs. 

I can't find him anywhere and Dumbledore won't give me a damn clue in where he might be. 

Might be for the best, I believe. 

Harry should never be close to a monster. 

You promised you would never leave. 

Why did you have to? 

Your brother, Remus Lupin.