Chapter 1:

Harry Potter was alive and well, living in 12 Grimmauld Place with his own Chosen One, Ginny. Their children had moved out and had their own places, partners and lives to look forward to. The house was quiet and so to busy themselves, the pair had begun to tidy the house from top to bottom. The most difficult of all the rooms to sort out was his godfather's room: Sirius'.

Many a tear flowed not only from Harry but Ginny too. Mainly Harry though. The room was beginning to return to its former glory; the posters were re-applied, the boxes were organised except for one box that didn't match the others. It was a small, brown, wooden box which was held on four lion paws made of a golden metal. Curiosity get the better of Harry when he flicked open the lock to find a small bundle of letters all addressed to him. Most of them had a neat, curvy handwriting except for two which had a scruffier and more jagged script.
On top of the letters was a small note addressed to Sirius which seemed unreadable. Harry assumed it was code until he deciphered it. It read:

'Padfoot,
You know better than anyone that Voldemort will come after me and Lily as well as Harry. Here are the letters we mentioned last time for Harry to read on important events in his life. They are being given to you to give to him if we can't be there to say it all ourselves. I know this is hard Padfoot, Lily's gone through so much parchment doing all of this but its worth it. Her mind's at rest a little more.
See you soon.
Prongs'

Prongs. Harry recognised it instantly. "Dad" he whispered as tears threatened to fall from his emerald eyes. Harry lifted the letters and fanned them across the floor. There was a sequence emerging in them. There was a date order. Like the note mentioned, they referred to important events in his life. The first envelope read 'To Harry on his first day at Hogwarts' in the neat, curvy handwriting he assumed to be that of his mothers.

Harry flipped the envelope and broke the seal that he had come to recognise as the Potter family crest and pulled the parchment out slowly. The tears he had tried so hard to fight back fell as he read the first of many letters.

'Dear Harry, my bouncing baby boy.'

It started. Another tear fell.

'You're not so small now, you're off to Hogwarts. Know that whatever house you get sorted into me and your dad will love you no matter what.'

"I love you too" Harry found himself whispering to the parchment.

'GRYFFINDOR OR DIE!'

The writing changed to the scruffy writing he assumed had to be his fathers and laughed through his tears. Typical. Then the writing returned to the same neat, curvy handwriting of Lily Potter.

'Ignore your dads scrawl. Its what he does.'

He had noticed.

'There are some things you need to remember.
- Don't tease Peeves
- No magic at home
But finally:
- Have fun'

And he had remembered to do just that as he thought back to his time at school but it was the final part that broke him.

'I'm so sorry we can't be there today for you. I'm sure you're used to it. We just want you to know that we'll be with you, in spirit, every step of the way.

All my love, your mum
Lily x'

There was now three wet marks on the parchment. A fresh one made by Harry and two much older ones that belonged to Lily and James Potter.