A/N: I'm incredibly uncool. I have no understanding of the word 'bamf' Someone enlighten me?

By the way, I know this chapter is short. It's laying the groundwork for future chapters, I promise they'll be longer!

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Dear Neville

I don't quite know how to explain this to you. And I don't want you to be angry with me, and change how things are, because I couldn't. And believe me I tried.

I know you probably won't be old enough to understand what I'm writing, but one day you will. And hopefully your grandmother will read these to you until you can for yourself.

I know that in your time your father and I do not recognise you. It kills me to know that.

Many years ago, a man came to Hogwarts, and told me the future. He told me you needed me. You needed to know that we loved you.

I didn't believe him at first. But today you were born. And I know that if what he said is true, we won't know you for much longer. So I wanted to write you these letters, just in case.

Today you were born. And you were the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. You look just like your father. We fell in love with you straight away. If I could, I would spend every day telling you that your mummy loves you.

But I can't.

So I hope, that for now, you can understand what I mean when I say that even though I don't know who you will be yet, what you will be like as a person, I love you. No matter what you become, you will always be my son, and I will always be proud of you.

On each letter I've written a time that you should open it. The man who told me about the future, told me about things that will happen in your life. And hopefully what I write to you will provide you some comfort.

Please, my darling baby boy, remember that your daddy and I love you. And always will, even if we can't say it.

All my love,

Your mummy Alice.

A five year old Neville sat in his bedroom, holding the letter in his hands. His grandmother had read it to him many times, it was his most treasured possession.

Every time he had to go to St. Mungo's, and sit with the two adults he barely recognised, he would remember the letter. Remember that these people, who did not know him, once loved him. And said that they always would.

Neville didn't understand everything in the letter. He didn't know what his mother meant by the man who had told her about the future. But he understood the word love. He'd sleep with the letter under his pillow, on nights when he felt particularly sad.

It was just as well the letter said that his parents would love him no matter what, because his uncle thought he was a squib. He couldn't imagine how much it would let his grandmother down if he was. She was always talking about how great his parents were. How powerful. Neville already felt like a let down.

The letter said love. It would just be nice, to have his mother sit up in bed, hug him, and sat it out loud. Just once.

Just once.

There were a whole stack of letters waiting for Neville at home. There was one for every birthday, and every Christmas.

Neville also knew that once he started Hogwarts, there would be more. He had looked through the stack, at the words on the envelopes. Slowly, as he had learnt to read, he started to understand what they said.

"For the day when you catch the Hogwarts express for the first time."

"For the day you take your first flying lesson."

"For the day I give you a sweet wrapper when you visit."

Neville looked forward to opening these letters. Every time he got to read one, he felt a little more loved. A little less alone. A little more like he was really wanted by his parents.

Every time he visited, and they stared at him with a vacant look, asking who he was, he hurt a little more inside.

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please review! More to come soon! Longer too :)