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put it in. That elf is going to be the death of me, he thought. "I made a call to Hogwarts last night
to talk to Harry."
Remus narrowed his eyes angrily. "Again? Are you insane?"
Sirius shrugged his shoulders. "I wasn't caught," he insisted, leaving out the fact that
he very nearly had been caught, since that Umbridge bitch had gone sniffing through the
fires, attempting to grab at anyone who had their head stuck in the Floo.
"I had to talk to him. He wrote me. He's having pain in his scar again."
"Any nightmares?" Remus asked, his expression changing from irritation to
concern.
Sirius shook his head and sighed. "Not sure. Maybe get out that fancy parchment
and quill of yours and write your little quill pal," he said, not bothering to hold back the
bitterness—and jealousy—in his tone. "She might have a better idea, if he's even told her.
Harry thinks it was triggered by that Umbridge witch that took over the Defence class."
Remus's expression soured at the mention of Umbridge, and Sirius did not blame
him one bit. Tonks, likewise, was grimacing in distaste.
"I've heard a few things about her," she said. "But the looks on your faces tell me I
should know more."
"She's a rotten, manipulative―" Sirius began.
"Prejudiced, toad-faced cunt!" Remus spat angrily, his eyes flashing gold.
Tonks's hazel eyes widened dramatically at the sudden outburst. She reached over,
running her fingers through Remus's hair, which seemed to calm him down a touch. When
she looked to find Sirius for an explanation, he mouthed "moon" at her when his friend
was busy enjoying the calming touch of his mate.
"What?" Remus bitterly huffed, his nose twitching. "It's because of Umbridge that I
can't go to St Mungo's when I'm injured. It's because of her that I wasn't allowed to raise
Harry, and why I can't get a job now. She's been writing anti-werewolf laws since Mia
worked at the Ministry."
"I remember," Sirius said thoughtfully.
"Mia, I'll be fine, you've always taken better care of my injuries than any Healer," Remus insisted
when Mia had come home to their flat, screaming about a piece of legislation that had gone through, effectively
barring all half-breeds—werewolves especially—from St Mungo's and any other medical facility in
Wizarding Britain.