Happy Birthday!! It’s weird to think that I didn’t know you a year ago, but I’m glad I know you now! Besides, what would you do without me? Thank God I’m around to keep you out of trouble.
Looks like you’ve made it another year. Don’t worry - I’ll get you one day!
Hope you have the best birthday ever! Also, make sure you sit next to James at breakfast today. Trust me. You won’t regret it :)
Happy Birthday you asshole! It’s so bloody unfair how you’re taller then me now and I absolute hate it and hate you. Piece of shit. Stop eating so much and shrink a little!
Thanks for always being there for me. I probably would have killed myself without you. Now if only you would STOP GROWING.
Roses are red and I don’t want to be crass,
But take your birthday wishes and shove them up your ass.
You can do it in the Hall or do it in the Loo,
But I’ll always shove things up your ass just for you.
Happy Birthday you accident. Here’s to another 14 years of us being assholes and generally fucking things up!
xoxo Sirius (your ass-shoving partner)
The worst thing about birthday cards is finding that balance! Like honestly, I could write you a sappy, sentimental card about how you’re the smartest person I know, how sometimes it’s only the thought of you that gets me through the day. How even when I’m bleeding, even when she’s hurting me I know I can survive it because you did. You’re everything, Re - you’re the bravest, most beautiful person I know and I love you for it.
But because I am an amazingly cool person, I will not write such a sappy card because you will make fun of me. Therefore, I shall now end off with one of my trademark brilliant sarcastic comments:
I was going to write you an extremely detailed plan of the things I intend to do to you tonight but James has a mental breakdown and threatened to choke me. I told him that only you were allowed to choke me and he was not pleased.
So I guess I’ll settle for waxing beautiful poetry because I am a dramatic bastard. Bite me. (I’m sure you will.)
Sometimes I take it for granted how much I love you - how I can tell it’s you by the sound of your footsteps, pick out your laugh even in a crowded hall. If you handed me a piece of paper I could draw your back from memory - every curve and every divot, every raised line of flesh because I’ve touched you and watched you that many times. And I forget that not everyone finds love like this, something so perfect and so beautiful and I’m just so, so grateful that I found you.
Congrats! You’re an adult now, Moony - you can finally go and legally buy yourself a beer!
It’s absolutely fucking wild to think that this will be our last year at Hogwarts. Think about it - it’s the last time you’ll be awoken by James and Peter spraying you with water, the balloons in the great hall and the spiked hot chocolate. Won’t you miss it, Moons?
These last 7 years with you have been the best of my entire life. I’ve had so many firsts with you - first drink, first kiss, first smoke, first tattoo. You are my everything, Remus - my sun and my moon and every one of those millions of stars in the night sky. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
I was thinking the other day about why I bothered writing you a birthday card every year. I mean, the others do it but mine are so different. They’re letters almost, pieces of my heart that I’ve written down for you.
I know this year has been hard, with the Order and all. I know I couldn’t have gotten through without you. You are the pillars that hold me up, the face I see when I fall asleep every night. I say this every year, and every year I mean it more: I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.
And I think I know why I write to you like this. Because every year my love for you grows and if we all die...well. At least people will be able to see how much I loved you.
(Though it would be really fucking embarrassing for them to read some of my cards because holy shit, I am so dramatic.)
Happy Birthday! Even with the world going to hell around us I will always be grateful to whoever is up there for letting me have you.
I found the box of old cards - I didn’t know you kept them all - and god, we were so young when we first met! That first card I wrote you - we were 11, Re! 11 years old. 8 years later and we’re still kicking!
Happy Birthday you dinosaur! 20 years old - that’s ancient, mate. James is also halfway to owing me 100 quid - I bet him that all four of us would make it and he was stupid enough to bet against me.
So you have your regular present that you’ll open up, but it’s our 5 year anniversary, and I thought I’d give you something special. So, don’t open the sketchbook at the table please. There are some things that are not meant for the casual eye ;)
But seriously. Some of those drawings took me hours, and I loved doing them. 5 hours staring at your beautiful face? Worth it.
I’m sending this in the post so hopefully it gets to you. It sucks - I think this is the first time we haven’t been together for your birthday and I’m hating every minute of it.
I miss you so much. I miss your smile, your laugh, the curve of your throat and the feeling of your body against mine. I miss the way we would slow dance in the living room and kiss in the shower, play with Harry on the carpet and bake cookies in the kitchen. I miss you - everything about you, so much that sometimes I can’t breathe.
And I love you. It’s the only real constant thing in my life, me loving you. I love you so much it hurts.
Remus. God, I’m shaking. I wanted to ask you in person, but I’m too impatient. Patience has never been my strong suit. You know that.
