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[moonbeam3243]

1975 June 23
12 Grimmauld Place, London

Hey James—

Well, it’s only been a few days since Hogwarts Express rolled into London and I’m already going out of my mind. I swear, one of these days I’ll run away and come live with you! Mother says I’m to stay in London for the summer. She’s still mad about the way we pranked Slytherin last month. I can hardly stand the way Mother keeps going on and on about Regulus. Of course, he’s eating it all up. Ever since he was sorted into Slytherin, he’s been the favorite.

Wish you were here. You could skewer the git with your horns.

Haven’t told my family about being an animagus, and I’m not planning on it. If they can have their secrets, I can have mine.

Haven’t told you about that yet, have I? Something’s up with Regulus. Mother knows, but she won’t tell me. Says a Gryffindor can’t be trusted. I think it’s got something to do with what Dumbledore told us about at the end of the year, you know, about who to trust and who not to trust. Dumbledore’s a sharp one; he’s the only one I know who can condemn Voldemort without saying his name.

Write back soon! Any news on the Lily front? Heh, she’s too good for you, mate! Forget about her and come visit me!

Yours,

[McGonagall's Cat]

June 20, 1976
Northumberland

Dear Sirius,

Have you heard from James or Peter? I miss you guys. Sorry I didn’t respond sooner, this one was rough.

I read about the Cannons – Arrows match in The Prophet. Would that I could rally some enthusiasm, but reading about a match here isn’t quite as exciting as it is when you guys are around.

We’re out at my Grandparent’s farm for a while. Got here on the 16th. It’s not far from school actually. I can’t do much in the barn, it bothers the horses, but it certainly is nice to help out in the garden. My Gran has taken to fiddling with herbs trying to come up with something that will make me healthier. It’s kind of nice, really. (Though some of the things she concocts taste ghastly!) I guess I do feel a bit better for it.

Being here this year has been more awkward than it normally is. My mother has the picture of Romulus and me when we were kids sitting on the mantle again. It’s almost like she thinks that if she looks at it often enough she can bring him back. So many times I’ve wished we could change places, I know she’d be happier if he was here instead of me…but then, I wouldn’t wish my so called life on anyone. He really was the lucky one. If only… yeah well, “if only” – isn’t that the quandary of the century.

On that cheery note.

Please write back soon.

Your pastoral pal,

RJL

[evlpez]

June 21, 1975
Grantbridge, London

Dear Moony,

How are things there? Are you well? I would have written sooner, but I know that last week was a bad time. I sure wish we could all have been together with you.

Mother is planning a trip to visit family in July. I am trying to convince her that I'd be better off visiting you fellows than going with her. What do you have planned? Do you think I could come visit? Are Prongs or Padfoot visiting you this summer? It would be great if we could all be together again. Perhaps she'll let me stay home myself and you all could come here, but whatever is good for you fellows is good for me.

Your friend,

[SiriuslyIrish]

June 25
Godric's Hollow, London

Sirius,

You must be going crazy over there if you're getting jealous of ickle Regulus. I did hear jealousy in that didn't I? Poor Siri, baby brother's getting all the attention. Don't you wish you had been sorted into Slytherin?

I don't blame you. I would die in that house. All those elf heads... I shudder to think of it. Ugh, and your mom's cooking... Double, Double... Calm down, mate, I was just kidding, you don't have to defend your family's honor. As if you would.

Now about your brother. Skewer the git with my horns? That does sound fun. Git-kabobs. Yum. Gag. But there are other forms of torture. That don't require me to mess up my beautiful antlers.

Something to contemplate. I think I'll go write to The Beautiful Ms. Evans, now. You know she's only said 'no' because she's intimidated by me. Once she gets to see the wonderful, down-to-earth guy that I am...

Help me inspire some confidence here, pal.

Try not to hurt your family 'til I can join in on the fun.

James

[moonbeam3243]

June 25
12 Grimmauld Place

Hey James--

Inspire confidence? Looks like I'd better inspire reality instead! Sorry to burst your happy bubble, but she hates you, mate! Maybe if you showed her your nice set of horns...

--

PS- Me? Jealous of Reg? PLEASE! I oughta bite you for that one...

[moonbeam3243]

25 June
12 Grimmauld Place

Hi Remus--

Wish we could have been there for you. You know I was thinking of you. I actually tried to talk my mum into letting me fly out there and visit, but she's forbidden it on the grounds that, as a Gryffindor, I'd fall off my broom from sheer stupidity on a flight longer than a mile.

Sorry about the brother stuff. Its worse for you than it is for me, I know, but at least you've got happy memories with your brother. And hey, you've got three new brothers from Hogwarts! ...I know, not much of a consolation...

Keep in touch! If it gets too terrible, I'm taking my broom and coming up there whether Mother has a fit or not!

[SiriuslyIrish]

June 26
Godric's Hollow

Padfoot,

Some friend you are.

Maybe we will have a git-spearing-fest. First your lousy brother, then you. And I'll roast both of you and feed you to Snivellus (the cannibal). HA.

And Lils would think my antlers are to die for. You big ugly brute of a dog.

Prongs.

[SiriuslyIrish]

25 June
Godric's Hollow

For the Incomparable Ms. Lily Evans,

It's been years, darling, since I've been in Muggle London. What-say I fly down to your place for the weekend, and you can show me all the sights.

Missing your dazzling face,

James Potter.

[ronsmyman]

26 June 1976
London

The Insufferable James Potter,

How dare you assume that your attentions and letters are wanted or even acceptable. My mother almost had a heart attack when your ruddy owl flew into our kitchen and dropped your inappropriate letter into my father’s porridge. My father of course got to the letter before me and not knowing your provocative language to be a joke was quite upset that I hadn’t brought you over to meet them. Despite many objections and pleas you are every day mentioned in my home now, and I can’t escape the constant teasing of my father. The silence of my sister is welcome for once, and her sneers are almost enjoyable compared to my parents rapture at someday having a full-fledged wizard like you for a son-in-law.

I have assured them that this will not be the case, and should you receive a letter from my parents inviting you to tea, I implore you to reject it. My own entreaties haven’t worked. I beg you to send me no more owls, though I know you will ignore my pleas, and pompously attribute them to my supposed embarrassment at having my emotions discovered.

As for you coming to visit me, that is absolutely out of the question, and were I never to see you again, I think I could die happy. If you so much as attempt to approach our cottage, I will curse you with every curse we learned in DADA last term.

Loathing Your Repulsive Face,
Lily Evans

[SiriuslyIrish]

26 June
Godric's Hollow

The Awe-Inspiring Ms. Lily Evans,

This weekend is bad for you? That's alright. I've been dying to meet your parents, too, so I'm glad they want to meet me. Tell your father I'm free for tea on Tuesday around 3:00. I can't possibly wait, my love.

And while I'm there, I will treat you to an evening in Muggle London. What are your feelings on the Muggle 'movies'? I've never seen one. Are they interesting. I should think that sounds like a lovely evening. And then a stroll in the park.

Of course my parents will want to meet you, they've heard loads about you, dear, and my Mum just can't wait to see you in person.

I'd kiss your hand if we were together, now,

James Potter.

[moonbeam3243]

26 June
12 Grimmauld Place

Hey Prongs--

I'm afraid you're thinking a bit too highly of your horns. Remember, mate, size matters!

Ah well, if you can't get Lily (which of course you won't be able to) maybe I should try to impress her. I'm awfully good at sniffing out what a woman wants.

Then again, she's a bit of a prude. Bet she gets made prefect.

Best of luck (you'll need it)

[moonbeam3243]

26 June
12 Grimmauld Place

Hey Lily-

Just wanted to drop in a word from your favourite guy on campus. How's the summer with Muggles going? Hope you aren't bored stiff.

Listen, I've a feeling James may try to ask you out. Do him a favor and say yes. You know he'll just keep bugging you till you do.

Oh, and that round of missing robes from the girl's dormintory had nothing to do with us, I swear.

[ronsmyman]

26 June 1976
London

Sirius

Since you seem to be the only male Gryffindor in our year that even puts on the guise of having any sense, I will do you the extreme honor of replying to your letter. Summer with the muggles is boring as usual, though I’m not so desperate for wizard company as to take up James’s offer of a visit and an evening in London.

You have a “feeling” James might ask me out? Whatever gave you that idea? Did he tell you himself or did you finally catch on to the fact that he has asked me out every hour of every day since we first met. If it weren’t for the fire places at school I would have so many letters pouring out of my room that Green peace would be after me. As it is, our house in town has no fireplace and I have been forced to hide my letters under a loose floorboard so that neither my parents nor my sister find them and tease me endlessly with his never ending professions of his regard.

As I am sure you want the best for your friend do him a favor and tell him that I would rather belch slugs for an eternity than do so much as touch his hand.

-Lily Evans

[ronsmyman]

26 June 1976
London

Slimiest Git-iest James,

Oh to be near you right now! To see the way your hair sticks straight into the air as if lightening itself had touched your head. Or to partake in your conversation, that also sounds as if lightening has touched you in the head, (or perhaps that's just natural mental instability). I could go on describing you for hours if I had ever been able to hold in my lunch long enough to stare you in the face. I would fantasize about the sound of your voice, if it weren't for the fact that I can't remember hearing anything but a slight ringing in my ears whenever you approach me.

And who can help going on about your never ending brave deeds and your valour. Like the time you stayed out in the dark forest all night and gave me a bouquet of angry bowtruckles. Ah those hours spent in the hospital wing having my nose refastened to my face were some of the most joyous hours of my life.

If you were ever to stop torturing me with your never-ending devotion, I really don't know how I would spend my life. My hours of dejection would probably be spent being able to be courted by much better looking guys than you, since you wouldn't scare them all away anymore. Then at school I could go entire days without being hit with a curse summoning me to your side. I could live my life without the constant teasing that I get from your stalking. I could live my own life, not having to worry about what you would do when you followed me to places. And the saddest thing of all, is that in the classes where you usually sit in front of me now, I would be able to finally see the board, since your huge pompous head would no longer be blocking my view.

Yours Truly
Lily Evans (and it's going to stay that way)

[moonbeam3243]

26 June
12 Grimmauld Place

Dear James--

I somehow have a feeling even your horns won't win our Lily over.