November 19,1981 

Dear Wormtail and Prongs,

The world seems to be too calm to be true. No one is hiding, everyone is free. Free from danger and living the life you all should be living.

Everyone except for Padfoot. 

It was all over the Daily Prophet. 

Sirius wasn't given a trial simply because there wasn't a reason to give him one. He had not only managed to kill the both of you but about a dozen muggles as well. 

I need to talk to Dumbledore, last rumour I heard was that Albus was present. 

I want him to be innocent. Bloody hell, I want Sirius to be innocent. 

Padfoot would have never done this. Not our Padfoot as least. He always talked about never going to the other side. 

A life in Azkaban is where he is now. An entire life. 

The Order is no more. Alice and Frank are alive but only as in breathing. Bellatrix cursed them into insanity, leaving their son in the hands of Augusta. Molly has still to recover after the loss of her brothers. Her twins seem to be growing just like Fabian and Gideon. Alastor hasn't been taking the whole missing eye situation lately and obviously is still not liking me calling him Mad Eye. It reminds him too much of Sirius.

It's disgusting to think that Sirius was a follower, just like his cousin. 

After all the backtalking and all the hate towards her. I guess the Black family are loyal to each other after all. 

There isn't a day that is passing by where I wish I could get a drink with you. 

A drink or even another unsuccessful prank would be perfect right now. 

Your brother, Remus Lupin.