Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does
Old Friend
To my old friend,
I am sorry we have not talked lately; I have been caught up in my life recently. Hermione told me to send her regards, the last time she tried to visit you was on your birthday, but she went into labor with our daughter, Billie. Billie is three months, 12 days, and 8 hours old (as I write this letter at least). She has copper red hair, which we have no idea where it came from, and deep, warm green eyes. She has a Quidditch mobile above her crib, my only true contribution to her nursery, and the other day she got her hands on the tiny quaffle. I truly was upset that she picked the quaffle over the snitch, as it is surely a sign that she will not assume my role as a seeker, soon after though I realized she reminded me of you. For a moment, I thought she could have been your daughter, even though I knew she clearly was not.
Luna is doing well. She keeps telling us that it is improper to call her your widow because wife comes after widow. Even Hermione could not fault her reasoning, though she did not really try to do so. To say the least your wife is still as loony as the day she asked you to marry her and then fed you radishes.
Zeddrick is growing so fast. His hair has gone from white-blond to light blond. The entire Weasley clan is perplexed as to why he does not have the standard issue Weasley red hair. Luna is a little too smug about it, I think she has the answers the rest of the family is seeking and is not about to share. Zeddrick is a mere three days from being six months old.
We all miss you Ron.
We all miss you, but we will always laugh about how you died. If only you had listened to Hermione. How were you supposed to know screaming with your mouthful is even more disgusting and dangerous than just talking with your mouthful.
Missing my best mate,
Harry J. Potter