Written for the Jigsaw Challenge #113 - Madame Pomfry - This is an edge piece it has three prompts.

Prompts:
Quote: Happiness isn't happiness without violin playing goats - Julia Roberts, Notting Hill.
Word: Sink
Word: Princess

Disclaimer: If I were JKR do you really think I would be here?

James.

James, my best friend, my Animagus buddy, the one that helped me up when I was sinking, drowning, clutching at the little life I had.

I miss him. I miss him so bloody much.

Which is why I'm writing to you. You see, Poppy Pomfrey, you have always been a big part of my life, my schooling, my time with James.

I know that you will never see these words, the words of a desperate man scratched into the wall of his cell; you will probably never know the truth about what really happened that night, but somehow, writing this, telling you how this feels - it helps.

I will never forget some of the amazing things you've done for me. We were in first year, and you had your workload quadrupled due to the four of us, already troublesome.

I was in second year, and I trudged in glumly with Snape, the slimy git, by my side, both of us incredibly transfigured and hexed - incredible, as we were only twelve at the time.

I was thirteen, and you held back my hair and patted my back, as I puked continually into the sink you had made appear for me, the sink that stayed there for an entire week.

We were fourteen, and it was becoming more and more common for us to turn up to the hospital wing with a tail or antlers. One particular time, I turned up as a full dog with James and Wormtail clutching their sides from laughter - I had completed the transformation, I just couldn't get back. You never even asked questions, even after we made you swear not to tell Remus about these expeditions. I think you knew that you didn't want to know, nor would we tell you.

We were fifteen, and you put up with the chorus of Poppy the Pooping Princess. I was particularly thankful that you never recommended that James and I receive detention for that, despite the fact that Peeves was still going with it for years after we left Hogwarts.

I was sixteen and I turned up to school covered in bruises after the worst summer I had ever had, at the end of which I ran away. You lent an ear to my troubles; you never told anyone what I had said as I cried my eyes out about the horrors of my past, of the people who were supposed to love me most.

After that, through my seventh year, and then throughout the rest of my life - until now, of course - you were always there, always willing to help, to lend that ear once more, to heal me after a particularly rough day with the Order.

I don't think I ever told you how much you meant to me, how much you did for me, how much I cared.

Sincerely,

Sirius

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