June 24th, 1994
Dear Moony,
Don't be mad that I left. I feel bad enough as it is leaving during
the full moon, knowing you could probably use some help recovering, but I
knew that if you weren't distracted enough, you'd never let me leave. And I
needed to leave. It's not safe for me at the cottage. You're not safe with me
there. Aurors are still on the lookout and, as clever as you are with your
fancy Patronus, I've seen what happens when faced with a hundred
dementors, and I will not bring that hell down on you.
Take care of yourself. I'll keep in touch when I can.
PadfootProfessor Lupin,
I received your copy of Hairy Snout, Human Heart today, and
I'm excited to begin reading it. I find the subject of lycanthropy quite
interesting and, I hope, should I have any questions regarding it, you won't
be offended were I to ask you.
Knowing that the full moon was last night—and in keeping with
tradition—I've enclosed a bar of chocolate. It's a Muggle brand and sugar-
free, so it's not quite the quality of Honeydukes, but my parents are dentists,
and I would have to listen to a well-rehearsed and memorised speech about
cavities if they caught me spending money on proper sweets.
I've only received one owl from Harry so far. Apparently, his aunt
and uncle have allowed him to access his Hogwarts books because he's told
them that the escaped murderer, Sirius Black, is his godfather. I told him
that it wasn't appropriate to scare Muggles, especially since Sirius was
perfectly innocent, but I doubt he'll listen to me.
Hope you are well.
Hermione J. Granger