Chapter One Hundred Eleven
Correspondence
When you're gone, The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone, The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone, The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it okay, I miss you
(When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne)June 18th, 1994"Did you get the owl?" Sirius asked the moment that Remus stepped from the
fireplace.
After only a week in the safety of Lupin Cottage, Sirius was feeling better. The
colour had mostly returned to his cheeks, and with proper food, he had actually filled out
quite a bit—though still nowhere near his normal, healthy proportions. He had, of course,
noted that the food supply was dwindling. With Remus constantly searching for work,
Sirius felt guilty for being a drain. He had not revealed it yet, but he was planning on going
back on the run if only to spare his friend the extra trouble. Besides, he knew that
dementors had not been recalled from Hogsmeade and assumed that if someone spotted
him somewhere south of London, the Ministry of Magic would turn the manhunt for him
away from Scotland—which would better keep Harry and Hermione safe.
Sirius had been happy to see that among his things given to Remus by Dumbledore,
there had been a stash of Galleons. He was not surprised that his friend had not used the
money for himself over the years. Sirius had done what he could to help restock the paltry
pantry, saving whatever was left—which was not much—to purchase a new owl so that he
could send a letter to Harry.
Remus grimaced as he approached Sirius, who was sitting at a large desk, quill in
hand. "I got an owl. Though for the cost, he's not exactly... He's adequate enough to send
a letter—very enthusiastic."
Sirius gaped at the small cage with a grey, snitch-sized ball of feathers that bounced
from one end of the cage to the other. "What the fuck is that?"