Dad,
I was angry.
I remember feeling the emotion very clearly. Angry at you and Mum. Angry at myself. Angry at the world. I spent and wasted many years of my life engulfed by the emotion. Lashing out at the people who love me. Most of the anger I took out on Harry though. Why? Because the man had everything. Everything. Wife. Kids. He had a family. Harry was one of the few people who could actually say that he knew how I felt. And it pissed me off. So what did I do? Got in fights with every Slytherin who gave me a cross look. Distanced myself from any potential friendships. Acted like an immature little arse. Because that would solve everything. It would bring you both back. It would make up for the lost years. It would make the hurting stop.
Actually it would only make it worse.
Harry, bless the man, despite how much I acted against him, loved me like a son. He told me. For years I ignored his words. It took me sixteen long years to listen. I didn't know how much I was hurting myself, how much I was hurting others around me. Spreading my misery. I was a disgrace to you and Mum's legacy. I spit on everything you sacrificed. You gave everything. For the world. For me. And I had the audacity to act like I was the victim. I was hurt and weak and everything that you and Mum weren't. Now sometimes I look up and wonder if I broke your hearts, if I disappointed you.
And then I found her.
She reminds me every day that I am no longer that selfish child who doesn't deserve to carry his father's last name. When I look at her I finally understand. Victoire Weasley. Well, Lupin now. We married this year. I'm not saying it still isn't hard. I'm twenty years old now and sometimes I want my werewolf-wizard father and metamorphmagus mother so bad it hurts, but I'm not angry anymore. I found out what I've been missing all these years of being too angry to care about anyone or anything.
Love heals wounds time never could.
Gran is a truly amazing woman, putting up with me all these years. Harry never gave up on me either and Ginny is a saint, there's no other way to put it. And little Lilly, you wouldn't believe how smart or beautiful a little nine-year-old could be. I hate myself for not taking the time to know that child sooner. She amazes me every day. I'm told James is exactly like Sirius when he was young, he was your best friend right? Albus is the sweetest kid you'll ever meet, I worry sometimes James is too rough with him, but at the same time, I think it's good for him.
They call me uncle, Dad. Uncle Teddy.
Sorry this was so long, just trying to get you caught up. I wish you were here. We just found out Victoire's pregnant. Already have the names picked out too. Remus Theodore after you and Granddad or Dora Dromeda for Mum and Gran. I guess honor naming runs in the family. Give Mum my best. I love you both. So much.
Your son,
Teddy
P.S. I'm sorry. I really am.
A/N: Just a series of drabbles. I might add more, I might even take requests (from who to who; context of the letter; etc) depends on reviews :) 3 Jenn