Slytherins rarely play by the same set. I've included my copy of Self-
Defensive Spellwork, and I'd very much like it if you studied it closely.
Please take care of yourself.
Remus LupinNovember 22nd, 1994Sirius was dead if Rosmerta caught him.
He moved from town to town, city to city, and he even Apparated to the continent
to get spotted roaming around Venice, Paris, and Amsterdam before returning to London.
He eventually made his way back north to Hogwarts, after overhearing two Aurors
discussing that the manhunt for Sirius Black had hit a standstill when dementors and
Ministry officials lost him somewhere outside of Luxembourg.
Harry's letters concerned him more than anything, and he was desperate to talk to
his godson face-to-face—or Floo to Floo. He slipped into Hogsmeade unnoticed by
anyone, stealing food and copies of the Daily Prophet where he could. Now that he was back
in a country where he was too easily spotted, he knew that food would become scarce once
again.
Sneaking into the Three Broomsticks was easy enough. Considering it was a busy
night, he knew that Rosmerta would not be slipping into her own quarters anytime soon,
which was where he called into the Gryffindor common room. He stuck his face in the
fireplace and waited for Harry, who turned up right on time.
"Sirius, how are you doing?"
Harry was growing much too quickly for Sirius liking. He frowned at the thought
of the boy growing up but took solace in the fact that the faster Harry aged, the
faster Hermione did as well—which meant he was one step closer to getting Mia back. His
chest hurt to think about her, so he pushed the witch from his thoughts and focused on
his godson.
"Never mind me, how are you?" Sirius asked.
"I'm.. ."