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"Dear Lily,
I missed you too. Besides many reasons we both might not agree on, exams are no fun because we barely have time to owl. However, fear not! I know you probably returned home from Hogwarts by now, and I shall be arriving in England tomorrow night.
My parents, of course, do not care to Apparate back and forth, and I haven't got the right information as to which Portkey to use this year, so I have to use muggle means of getting back home. Have you ever been on an airplane, Lily? It's my first time, and my brother told me it should just be like flying a much more comfortable broom.
I hope to see you soon and get to catch up in person. Is the Potter boy still chasing after you? I hope not, you deserve better. Owl me back at Grimmauld Place and remember to just use LJE as your signature. It's safer for both of us if you don't use your full name.
Cordially Yours,
Sirius Black"
Sirius wrote quickly as he didn't have much time left to finish, or for the sake of choosing better words, to start, packing. He rolled the letter carelessly and shoved it at his owl's feet, deciding to go back to packing as soon as he's done. However, he couldn't imagine going back home with one of the few chocolate frogs his brother had given him as a goodbye gift last summer. Obviously, packing could wait because he couldn't offend Regulus like that. And so, Sirius sat back comfortably on his messy bed and enjoyed his chocolate frog. He glanced at his card where Godric Gryffindor looked back lazily at him. Sirius sighed and threw the card away.
"Yo Remus,
What do you think of this introduction? I heard a few muggleborns greet each other as such after getting off the Hogwarts Express and thought I'd try it on you. Tell me what you think.
I've just settled at the Manor. My parents are extremely clingy this year. They said I grew at least three inches taller. Did I, Remus? I think that's a ridiculous amount of height to gain over a school year. Either way, I think I can use that to my advantage. Since they're on such good terms with me (they seem to have forgotten the letters Minnie had sent), I might finally ask them for the Nimbus 1000. Can you imagine that?! Me going that fast? Slytherin better watch out next year cause there's no chance in hell they're winning with a seeker like me and a broom like mine.
Also, the Nimbus 1000 is what all the Appleby Arrows players are using next year, which is extremely cool.
Rem, don't hesitate to send me as many owls as you want around the full moon like last year. You know I'm here for you.
Your best friend,
James Potter"
James wrote as he gobbled down a piece of his mom's famous apple pie. He dropped a piece on the letter as he was trying to remember if he left anything out but he just brushed it off onto the ground and gave the letter to his owl. He then remembered he didn't want to upset his mother so he cleaned up after himself and went to wash his plate non-magically.
"Dearest Sirius,
Shouldn't you be arriving in England soon? I know summers are no fun for you but I've planned for us to do some exciting things this year round! Hopefully you can finally meet my friend Snape, and more importantly, Marlene! I think you two will just click.
I've missed owling you over exam period. But if I must say so, I think exams went really well this year for me. I'm already thinking of what I will be taking for my N.E.W.Ts because if I want to take my dream profession (can you remember what is it?), I should start planning from this moment.
Back to the fun things I mentioned earlier, I'm thinking of taking you on a muggle-esque summer. Have you ever been to a theme park? Have you ever been record shopping? I think it's going to be a good summer, Sirius, especially since my sister is leaving for camp.
Love always,
LJE"
Lily proofread her letter twice, fixing anything that needed fixing and looked back at the owls in the post office. Her parents wouldn't let her have an owl because the thought of it scared Petunia. She sighed as she realized the only two available are ill ones who barely get the job done, and trust her, she knew that from experience. She tied the letter carefully to the one who wasn't asleep and watched him for a few minutes before he finally registered he had a job to do.
"Dear James,
Mother is really ill. I don't know how I will manage taking care of her while dealing with the fast-approaching full moon. I don't mean to worry you, my friend, but I am scared and I need advice and I thought it's better to turn to you than Pete for this one.
Should I send her to St. Mungo's? The only problem with this option is that neither of us can Apparate, therefore we need a lot of effort to get there without grabbing attention. I'm most particularly scared of attracting creatures that prey on the weak. I may be a lost cause but she deserves better, James.
Always thankful,
Remus Lupin"
Remus wrote in incoherent writing, but he knew James' handwriting itself was no better so he was bound to understand anyway. He quickly wrapped the letter to his young owl's foot and set her off quickly. He had a groaning mother drowning in pain to tend to.
That night, as the owls all flew around England at some point, a dark and sinister storm took over the sky. Everyone knew magic was not completely precise, but no one expected this twist of fate.