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Harry picked up the package, curious. It wasn't small, about the size of a his trunk, but lightweight, at least for the volume. The package had been wrapped in paper, and seemed as though a message may have once been written on it, but it had faded and been smeared by tears. Should he open it? Surely, nothing harmful could come into Grimmauld Place, especially after all the protective spells to keep out interviewers. He opened it up tentatively. He could almost hear Hermione telling him to check it for jinxes, but he didn't care. A small part of him felt like he had waited his entire life to open it, and he needed to know what was inside.
He finished opening the package, and out fell… letters. So many letters. And each with a date on it. He picked up one of the letters and read the date: July 31, 1990. Not too long ago. Enough time for it to have been left here, though Sirius would have been in Azkaban then. He picked up another envelope. December 25, 1998. That wasn't possible. It was the summer of 1998 right now. How could it have been written then? He sifted through the letters. 1991, 1994, 1992, 1997. The dates were all over the place. Then it occurred to him. The dates where when the letters had been meant to be read. He picked up the paper wrapping, squinting to decipher the note.
Sirius,
Give these to Harry on the dates written.
The letters were for him. Sirius was supposed to have given them to him, as his guardian. He began to sort through the letters, organizing them in the order to be read. Then, he picked up the top envelope, dated July 31, 1989, and read.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! You're already nine! Sorry we didn't write you sooner, but we felt it would be best to wait until you were older. You see, you wouldn't be reading this if we were alive. So that must mean we're dead. Harry, we love you. We have no doubt that you'll grow to be a strong man. But it never hurts to hear a few baby stories. We thought that should be your present. One baby story for your birthday, and a letter for Christmas. You'll get the letters until your 18th Christmas, so 20 letters in total. Here's you first present:
When you were young, you did a lot of accidental magic. All the time. Before we went into hiding, we could hardly go anywhere in the Muggle world for fear of your magic being noticed. The first time you did magic near Muggles caused near chaos. We were at a park, and you were strapped to my back. We had just bought the contraption; it was something we had seen several Muggles with, and I wanted to try it.
So here we were, trying to take a walk in the park. You were reaching up and grabbing leaves as we went, laughing when they slipped from your hands. You grabbed onto one tree branch so hard that you were lifted out of the back carrier. It took us a moment to realize that you were controlling the branch, and having it swing you back and forth. People were starting to stare, and while we would have just summoned you out of the tree, there were Muggles there! Luckily, another wizard was at the park, helped us get you down, and sent a message to the Ministry. The hard part was keeping the Muggles there so they could be obliviated before they left. To make matters worse, you kept floating into the air if I didn't keep a tight grip on you.
Love, Mum & Dad
P.S. Mum wrote this, but I helped. -Dad
Harry stared at the letter. His parents had written all of these - for him. Sirius was supposed to have given these to him. He wondered why his parents had written them. They had trusted Pettigrew, though he guessed that his dad had known how easily he could be pressured into something. But, if they thought that was a possibility, then why would they think that he could survive and not them? It didn't make any sense, Dumbledore had never said that his mother knew what she was doing, much less planned it…
Thanks for reading! Please review! I'll try to update soon, not sure when. I might not include all the letters in the story, but I'll try to include a lot. Note: This story takes place sometime during the summer after the war.
