Mum,
In case I don't survive,
For a son or daughter, the definition of perfect and beautiful is Mum. You are all that and more to me. A mother is the true the definition of all that is truly magnificent about the world in which we happen to live.
As you sit and read this, I have likely long since taken my final breath. I am now a seemingly nothing more than just another blip on the canvas that is humanity, the painting that went un-finished. the story that will never have an ending. In the long run I am going to be nothing more than just a memory, another victim of war that's spanned more than three years, or in truth, more than a decade. One day you'll see my name on a war memorial, no matter the victor.
Time goes by, though I know how much you hate it when it does. I'm seventeen now, and whether you like it not, a key figure in this war. The knowledge to the downfall lies with me, Harry, and Hermione. It must stay that way, for if it ever got out, we'd have a whole host of up and coming Dark Lords. We cannot see this happen, for the sake of the generations to come.
Remember the good times Mum. Do you remember when Harry first walked into my life, and then Hermione soon later; you gained a new son on the platform that day, and new daughter just months later. You got new family members, ones who would never waver in their love for our family. Do you remember when I became a Prefect? I don't think I've ever seen you happier than you were then. You being proud of me is most definitely the one thing I cherish the most. The house cup? The Quidditch Cup? Me saving lives? I hope that you remember all this and more mum.
I love you Mum. The one thing I never want you to do is blame yourself for my death. I died for the greater good, but I'm not the only one. Sirius, Dumbledore, Ted Tonks, they all died for a world without Voldemort. A world of peace and prosperity. I think that that's a worthy cause, I hope you do too. The final outcome of this war, even if it goes in our favour- will never justify the means it took for us to win. After all, when you really think about it, victory is nothing more than what the loser has chosen to settle for.
I want you to imagine the image of me writing this letter you. I sit and stare at the page as I write, blank canvas seemingly the enemy as I try to put into words all that I feel about you. Imagine the tears, falling down my cheeks and onto the parchment, smudging the ink as I sit, remembering all the distant memories. Imagine Harry and Hermione, your adopted Son and Daughter planning our next move behind me.
I dream every single night that I will make it through this intact; the last thing a mother should ever have to see is her child die before she does. It pains me to imagine the pain I have caused you as you hold this letter in your hands, trembling as recognise the handwriting upon the parchment, knowing that this letter is exactly what you fear, a final farewell from your son. I really want to say sorry for the pain that I have caused you other the years in person, but if you are reading this then I will never get the chance. So here goes- I'm dory mum, for all the fights with you and the rest of the family. I am just glad that we always got through those together, so I'm sorry that it's no longer a possibility.
I am also sorry that I will never give you what you deserve. To get to see your son get married, giving you the grand-children you would so adore. I'm sorry you never got to see me, your son, grow to be the man he was destined to be. I can only hope that before we left, I proved to you that I am indeed, that man.
I see a photo I have of me and you, which I have also enclosed for you. It was taken in Romania all those years ago. Back in the days of old, when Scabbers was just a pet and Sirius was still believed to be a murderer. You know, looking at it just proved what I knew all along. The road we walk is always going to be a lonely one after all; it's something that we all face alone in the end. However, it's the people we meet along the way that make the journey special. You have been there ever since the start, watching every step I have ever taken with the cautious and loving respect for my decisions. A true mother to the end, never feel bad about the things you did. You just did what was in your nature. I just wish you were there to see me cross the finish line.
Never let go of your memory of me, but please don't blame yourself. I went out the way I would have wanted too: Fighting for freedom and justice. I won't rest easy if you blame yourself.
I Love Mum,
Never Forget Me,
And Stay True To Yourself,
Forever You're Son,
And Forever a Weasley,
Again, I Love You
Ron Weasley
