Dearest Teddy
Today you turn one year old and I am sorry. I'm so sorry for my death. I hope your mother is with you, helping you blow out your candles and to open your presents. I sincerely hope that Harry has continued Marauder tradition and bought his godson his first toy broomstick. It has just occurred to me that you won't actually read this on your first birthday, or for several years. There's a charm on this letter, and those following, so only you will be able to see the words. These are for you, Teddy, from your father.
With all my love, Dad