Are You Proud Of Me

by AryxCuratrix

Two letters had "Dear Daddy," on the beginning and had "Love James," on the end. Two letters had "Dear Dad," on the beginning, one had "Love James," and the other "James." The last letter had "Dad," on the beginning and the end of that letter had no signature. Had James Potter known his father was dead, he wouldn't have written those letters, but he had not known, so he had.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

WARNING: First two letters have some wrong spelling because James was still eight years old.

Dear Daddy,

Mummy's crying again. I don't know why. I am still sad that you are not here because of your buisnes trip, but I am confused because you said you are a Britayn auror, that means you work for the contry, but Mummy says you are not in the contry. Why is that? I want to ask you when you get back home. Mummy says that later on I would want to look in these letter when I am older. I do not get it, Daddy. But Mummy wants me to any way. Did you know today I rode a broom? And Mummy wasn't there? It was my first time and it is three days after you left the contry. I realy wish you were here. Are you proud of me?

Love,

James

Dear Daddy,

I am eight years old now, Daddy! It is twenti-nine days since you left, Mummy didn't cry today and selebrated with me. I am not that of a sosyalist, or what Mummy tells me I am, so I only had my cousins over. Happy Birthday to me! Why weren't you here? You love me, but, you weren't here to celebrate one of my birthdays They are impor tant! I have gifts though, and I saw big words! I guessed the meaning, and they were all correct! Are you proud of me?

Love,

James

Dear Dad,

I didn't write recently because I thought you'd be home by now. It's my ninth birthday, and I already got the hang of English grammar and spelling. I still don't know why you aren't here, and mom looked at me then started crying. Where are you, dad? Please be back home by my eleventh birthday. I wanted to let you see me when I get my Hogwarts letter. I want to know if you are proud of me. The routines I made up and perfected, the poems, essays and short stories, you know, everything. Please be there...

Love,

James

Dear Dad, It's my eleventh birthday... you're still not here. How come mummy can't connect the floo between us? I'm starting to get worried. Why didn't you owl mom and I all these years. Please, dad... I still want to know if you are proud of me or not, because every time I do something new or face my fears, I would think, "If I did this, will Dad be proud?" or if I am in a bad situation, I would think, "What would Dad do?" You left for that business trip years back, and even I know matters won't take long. Nothing in the Daily Prophet, Britain's Messages or even The Foreign News held answers. Where are you, dad? Why aren't you home yet? I miss you so much...

James

Dad,

I know now why you left. I'll see you a three-fourth of a lifetime later.