Author's note: Just so everyone knows, this story is a sequel of another one of my stories, "The Words I Never Got to Say" (WINGS). It is not necessary to have read WINGS first, but I strongly recommend doing so as this story will make a little more sense to you if you do. Also, I am not J.K. Rowling, and if I were, I'd be writing a series on the Marauders, the next generation, or even something totally new that has nothing to do with Harry Potter, not wasting my time writing on fanfiction about my own book. That would be preposterous! (Sorry, I love that word.) Therefore, I am an amateur writer who strongly appreciated good reviews which make her day, and constructive criticism which helps me improve my writing skills, so PLEASE REVIEW. Even if you just sent me one word it would make me extremely happy. Now, enough rambling. Let's begin the story.
Chapter 1: Realization
As Harry Potter sat on the couch thinking about his family and the words he had just read to his wife, Ginny, he had only just realized just how long he was to be alive, married, and have three wonderful children. Of course, he knew he was lucky to be alive before, but he just didn't know how lucky he was. How many times had Voldemort tried to kill him over the course of his life? Four? Five? Six? Harry could no longer remember, it was so long ago.
What he had just read for the second time that day was a simple letter that had shocked him thoroughly when his five-year-old son had found it in Sirius's old room. The contents of the letter were even more shocking. It was a letter that Sirius himself had written to Harry, explaining his life over the course of twenty-five years. There was so much Harry didn't know about his godfather, and all of it was important for him to learn. He supposed that's why Sirius had left it for him.
Now, in the year 2011, Harry himself was now a godfather. He loved thirteen-year-old Teddy as if Remus and Nymphadora "Tonks" Lupin's son were one of his own sons. He wanted to tell Teddy about his own life, as Sirius had done for him. He would write about his personal life after the war. He would include his life with Ginny, and his personal reactions to important moments in Teddy's life. Harry couldn't wait to get started so he found a notebook and a quill and began to write.
Dear Teddy,
My name may be Harry Potter, but I am also known as the Boy-Who-Lived. Have I ever told you that I came close to death multiple times in my childhood? It's true. This is my story.
As you know, the dark wizard Voldemort killed my parents when I was a year old. In return, I defeated him for the first time in my life. In my first year, Voldemort once again tried to kill me, but to no avail. In my second year, Voldemort's younger self, Tom Riddle, tried to murder me by using a balisk fang. During the Triwizard Tournament in my fourth year, Voldemort came back, but fortunately, I managed to escape from his clutches just in time. In my fifth year, Voldemort tried to destroy me in the Ministry of Magic, but instead of me dying, my godfather, Sirius Black, was killed by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. Finally, when Voldemort managed to "kill" me during the Battle of Hogwarts, I came back to life due to the power of love, and defeated him once and for all.
I am writing to you because I could have died so many times during my childhood, that over the years, I've realized life is something that needs to be cherished. Today, I found I letter from Sirius. He taught me so much. One lesson I learned is that I cannot be in your life forever, and there's a lot you need to know before I will eventually have to leave. I have no idea when I will give you this letter. It may be on your wedding day, when you have your first child, or some other important day in your life. We'll just have to wait and see.
Author's note: Yes, I know it's short, but I promise the chapters will be longer in the future. Please review. Reviews of any kind are so helpful and appreciated to an author.
