Hmm...this must be terrible. I'm going to give it a go anyway. ;) Is it rushed...?

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Dear Dad and Mom,

How are you?

No. That's wrong. You are dead, aren't you? That probably wasn't a very polite thing to say... Gran is always telling me that I tend to run my mouth faster than my brain. She tells me I got that from you, Mom.

I really don't know if I should introduce myself. It feels odd, because you know who I am. Or at least I hope you do. Harry tells me that my parents are always watching me. (I hope you don't do that all of the time. A teenager has to have his privacy.)

I'll go for it anyway. My name is Teddy Lupin. Your son with metamorphis abilities. Thanks by the way, Mom.

I'm not sure what started this letter. Victiore advises me to write things down once and a while, and this has been stuck in my mind for quite a bit.

I guess, I wanted to say... I'm sorry?

I'll explain.

As a teenager, I had the typical teenager jokes, tears, and temper tantrums. Except with more... color. I think I scared poor little Lily the day I went over to the Potter's manor with bright angry red hair. Had a fight with Gran. Long story. Ended up staying with the Potter's till they kicked me out to apologize.

There were several reasons for the many arguments I had with my family. It only stopped briefly when Harry told me when I was being a jerk.

I think I listened to him more because I knew his situation was similiar to mine.

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Anyway

There were things I never understood as a child. Like, why did you leave me?

Why did you die?

Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of my parents. They were heroes, fought against Death Eaters, member of the Order, and absolutely brillant people according to everyone.

They were perfect.

I couldn't help but think that something was wrong with me. You died together because you loved each other Where was I? Maybe you didn't want me, or maybe I wasn't important enough to have both of you. That haunted me quite a bit when I was younger. Then as I got older, I got very upset because I still didn't understand, and suddenly I doubted my parents and who people said they were.

Who just leaves their child behind in the world?

It was just wrong. It cracked the cage that I had created around my perfect parents who were heroes. Nobody was perfect I quickly realized. Maybe you weren't as amazing as everyone told me...

I know you said that you died to make the world a better place for your son to live in, Dad. Harry told me what you said. I couldn't help but think about how wrong that was. The world isn't a better place without both of my parents. At least for me.

This is silly. I mean, I barely know both of you, I was a small baby when it happened. Yet, I'm crying over this stupid letter about how I never got to have you as my parents. Everyone tells me stories about the 'Remus' and 'Tonks', and I really want to hear everything I can about what it was like back then, what happened, what everyone was like...

But some days, it's different. I don't want to hear about how funny Mom was, or how clever Dad was. That makes it hurt. Was it even accurate?

Who wants to hear about what they lost?

I'm off topic. Time has made me think

And maybe I've matured? Oh, Merlin, don't tell James that. He'll kill me.

What I am trying to say is; I forgive you, Mom. I forgive you, Dad.

I'm proud to be your son.

I don't think I understand why you left me, why you left your child without absolutely brillant parents. I'm still upset over that. Perhaps over time, I'll figure it out.

So...Mom and Dad, you weren't perfect. You weren't the brillant people that everyone raves about, because you left me. Alone. But that's okay for now. That's fine. For now, I forgive both of you.

It would probably suck if you were perfect anyway.

Thanks for creating this world for me.

Love,

Your son, Teddy.