Letter to Harry
My dearest boy:
Could you forgive me? Will you ever be able to forgive me, after all I put you through, After all the pain I added to your already aching soul? Now I hope you know that everything I did, I did to protect you, because I cared very much for you. But, sometimes I wondered if I was caring too much for you, when all my measures to avoid hurting you hurt your heart instead, destroying where I wanted to heal. And, as the blindest fool, and being the foulest kind of blind, I never learnt from my mistakes, and I fell over and over again knowing that it wouldn't be myself, an old man who had nothing in the world to lose, who would be paying for the consequences of my actions, but instead an innocent child, a pure soul with a huge and unknown weight upon his shoulders; victim of an adult's foolishness. This I set upon you.
At the same time, I did too pay the consequences of giving myself a second chance, of trusting myself to care for another poor child again, of repeating the story that I always blamed on my ordinary and weak soul. You see, after all my achievements, all the wisdom I can't deny I own, I turned out to be human.
But, Harry, I don't regret most of what I did with you. I could never regret it. Because you have lost a lot, I know it, but you have gained the double. You have got friends. You have got people who care for you. You have got a true love. You have grown. People could say you are the Master of Death (if they knew it, of course), the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One. But for me, you will always be the young child I had to spoil in the hardest way possible, to become the best man on earth.
Harry, between us, you are the only thing in which I have taken part that makes me feel proud, that makes me think I did something worthwhile. The fact that you decided not to fear Death, decided to hold Death's hand to face Life, Harry, is what made you immortal, beyond any bond. Now Life welcomes you again, gives you a second chance, and the only thing I can say to you, as the last piece of advice from an old wise man, is be happy. But, I'm sure you don't need me to repeat it twice, do you?