Fang barked as Hagrid entered his hut. Absentmindedly patting the boarhound, Hagrid sat down at his desk, searching for paper and a quill. Dipping the quill in ink thoughtfully, he began to write a letter in his spidery, scratchy hand writing.
Dear Remus,
It's been a while since I caught up with you. I hope you're doing alright, I'm fine but busy. Listen, I have a favour to ask of you. I just met James' kid, Harry on a mission from Dumbeldore. You know, The Boy Who Lived? Well, he doesn't have any photos of his parents and he doesn't get any doesn't get many presents from the Muggles that he lives with! So I've decided to make a photo album of his parents as an early birthday present for him, and I was wondering, do you have any photos that I could use? There's no rush, and you don't have to do this but I want you to do this for him but it would be nice if you could rummage through some boxes and see.
From,
Hagrid.
Remus smiled as he read through Hagrid's letter. Of course, he supposed, Hagrid would do something kind for Harry, the boy he had just met. Hagrid was right, in Remus' attic he had a large box he had not touched in years. It was the least he could do to look through it. Getting up from his chair, he began to walk up the stairs. He wondered if he could become a teacher at Hogwarts, to give back to that wonderful school of his halcyon days. Well, to do that, Remus, you would just have to get that "furry little problem" under control. Simple, if it weren't impossible now, he thought, shaking the idea out of his mind.
Dear Hagrid,
I have enclosed a few photos of James and Lily with this letter, hopefully this letter will get to you. It is a very kind thing, making a photo album for Harry and I wish you luck with it. I hope these photos will help.
Regards,
Remus.