Letters of war
Regulus was incredibly worried about his last year at Hogwarts.
"I'll just drop out." He suggested, "I can drop out and I won't have to go back to school in like 2 weeks?"
"Reggie, I know you're scared but you can't drop out just before your last year." Sirius reasoned.
"Then I'll just...I don't know, graduate at the beginning of the year?" Reg whined.
"Reggie you can't do that and you know it." James argued.
"Fine, but I'll be able to write you, you'll write back and when you're unable to write back because of a mission the order sends you on, you'll tell me beforehand." Regulus proclaimed.
"Order, what order?" Sirius looked away.
"Don't do that with me, I know both of you joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix." Reg stated.
"Whaaaat?" James chuckled nervously.
Reggie raised an eyebrow.
"Alright" Sirius accepted.
"Agreed on all conditions." James added
Dear S.O.B,
Dumbledore started this year out with a lot of warnings. The war seems to have worsened to actually affecting the school. I am prefect this year (again). I miss you dearly as well as my dear Prongs and Flower. I heard Sev has joined the Order as well. I apologize for the many nicknames, suspicion and distrust is high, in many students as much as myself.
I hope to hear from you again soon.
Your R.A.B
Dear R.A.B,
I fear for your safety but I trust in the headmaster and your professors to keep the school safe. Moony has been sent to infiltrate a werewolf pack and Prongs has been busy keeping others safe. I definitely understand your issues with trust at this very moment. It is dangerous to be associated with anyone and anything.
I beg for your safety every day.
Your S.O.B
Dear S.O.B,
It is only getting scarier. Many people were talked to at the train station by Death eaters. Mostly young Slytherins, all purebloods. I was able to escape without being noticed and recruited. To my dismay cousin Bella keeps harassing me with letters, telling me how great the dark lord is. I am afraid for not only mine but your safety too.
I hope you fight for your freedom, maybe I hear from you again.
Your Sunlover (R.A.B)
Dear "Sunlover" (R.A.B),
Keep the loving nickname to yourself and your partners. Prongs and Flower are back in service. They bought a house together and are currently waiting for you to graduate, I've heard the bedroom is quite large. Something unfortunate has happened and I believe I'm not the right person to tell you about it. I wholeheartedly believe that we together can make the world a better place. I hope you have found yourself at home in your Hogwarts dorm none the less. I miss your presence. Moony is back from the mission.
I hope to hear that you have not gone from us.
Your S.O.B
Dear Prongs and Flower,
I heard your mission went well and you've bought a house. What great news. I have also been told that something unfortunate has befallen you. I have reason to believe it t concerns me as well. Tell Flower to stay safe. I love and miss both of you.
I hope to hear from you again and I hope nothing terrible has happened.
All yours Sunlover (R.A.B)
This letter was different, Regulus could smell a faint smell of salt and the letter as well as the envelope had dried drops of water on them. James hadn't been crying, had he?
Dear Sunlover,
I feel flattered at your nickname for yourself. Flower has been in bed the last few days, we have found out it's a simple flu. I am sorry for her but it will come and go. I regret to inform you of my father's death. He died of the dragon pox. Mother is in bed, sick presumably of dragon pox as well. We fear that it won't take long for her to be gone as well. Flower believes it is a mix of grief, war and sickness. Don't worry Flower has been examined but does not suffer if the dragon pox. Write mother a letter, will you? I think she would be happy.
I hope you feel ok.
Your Starchaser
Dear Euphemia (E.P.),
I have heard of the terrible news. I wanted to send my condolences and I am deeply sorry that I cannot be with you in these moments of deep sadness. You have both been better parents to me these past 1,5 years than my own parents would have been. I hope you live a long life. Don't pressure yourself.
I hope to see and hear you once again.
Yours R.A.B
Dear Sunlover,
Mother has died as well. Prongs/Starchaser is struck with grief, therefore I have taking over the writing for now. In her last letter she wrote about how happy she was that you wrote her one last time. I hope this brings you peace.
Please don't do anything stupid.
Your Flower
Dear S.O.B,
It is nearing the end of the school year and I am unsure of what to do. What can I do? I am stuck at Hogwarts while my only parental figures have died. The Slytherins are scared, so am I. I am grieving while I have to tell the young ones that they will be alright. How can I tell them if I don't know. They're scared that they will be seen as the ones to blame, the ones at fault. They're children and Dumbledore won't do anything. I am worried. Our favorite Professor has remained fair and good, she is my only hope here.
I hope to hear from you again.
Your R.A.B
Dear R.A.B,
I apologize for not writing sooner, I was caught up in a mission. I fear for our safety. I believed we could help make this world a safer place but now I am unsure of that. Good news is I heard Flower is no longer sick. She is the strongest out of all of us. Wormtail has recently joined the Order. He's doing great.
I hope Hogwarts is not yet dark and corrupt.
Your S.O.B.
Dear S.O.B,
I need you more right now than I've ever needed you before. My handwriting has become messy, my grades are slipping and I'm not eating, drinking or sleeping anymore. How can I? I am terrified. The 1st, 2nd and some of the 3rd years sometimes sleep with me in my dorm or in the common room. They are scared and I am their prefect, it is simply my responsibility. They sleep better when they are with me, I feel flattered. I now feel like crying all the time, but I don't anymore. It's like the feeling of drowning, I hurts but not enough to cry or scream and this certainly isn't enough to kill me. But if I am honest I'm not sure if a really am alive anymore.
I hope none of us have died until I graduate.
Your R.A.B
Dear R.A.B,
I have read your last letter multiple times over and over. I beg of you to eat, to drink, to sleep. Maybe the children can bring you a comfort to help you sleep. I need you to not leave me. I have not enough time to answer properly. I love you.
Don't leave me.
Your S.O.B
Dear S.O.B,
It's way to close to my graduation. I am afraid for the children. I start eating and drinking at a normal pace and amount again. I still can't sleep. My grades have improved, I believe if and when we win this war, I'll need the good grades for a good job.
I love and miss you.
Your R.A.B