Hidden inside his left dress shoe, in a box in the closet, was a letter never given. A letter never seen by the recipient, because it was never necessary.
Dear Hermione,
If you are reading this, I am dead. Please don't cry 'Mione. I'm in a better place and marauding with James again. I've left a few things in my dresser that I'd like for you to keep. The center bottom drawer of my dresser holds some things that I wish for you to share with the twins, I think they'll appreciate the Marauders old things. Before you rush to Moony to ask for permission, he and I have discussed it and he deemed them worthy of our secrets. There is a letter from Moony and I to them in the drawer, as well as one for you from Remus stating his permission. I enjoyed being your battle partner and friend while I could. The middle right drawer holds some things for Harry that I promised James I'd give to Harry on his seventeenth birthday if James couldn't. Please give them to him. Tell him that Moony and I love him, and don't let him blame himself for anything out of his control, you know how he is. Hit Ron for me, he ate my goddamn cookies. I've left Grimmauld to you, the twins, and Moony, I explained in my letter to Harry that he has to move on from the war and that living in a place so saturated by memories of it would not help him. Tell Severus that I'm deeply sorry for being an arsehole to him when we were at Hogwarts. Now you, I've left you my collar and tags, the house, my Quidditch jersey that you love to wear, all the books in the Black family library, Black vault #3, and everything in this drawer. Harry is getting almost everything. Tell Kreacher that he is to protect and serve a Muggleborn child, from birth to death, just as he did my brother. I left my leash on the hook above the troll's leg umbrella holder. I know that you miss me and most likely always will, but don't let that stop you from going after the twins. I caught them talking about you earlier today, rather raunchy imaginations those two. If they ask about us or why I gave them part of the house, tell them about us. By the way, they have no idea who Moony, ThatTraitorousRat, Padfoot, and Prongs actually are, so please tell them. Tell Harry that if he marries Ginny Weasley, I will come back from the dead just to curse him with every jinx and hex I know. She only loves his money and fame. Drink an extra firewhiskey on the holidays for me, would ya? I've divided the small things in here, but the rest is in my will at Gringotts. You really are one of a kind. And one of my very best friends.
Love, Snuffles