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Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts Harry is given a set of letters that his mother, Lily, wrote for him before she died. Please Review, suggestions are welcome.

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. I won't make you wait any longer. Please read the AN at the end. Love to all my readers, reviewers, favouriters and alerters.

Dear Harry,

Happy fourteenth birthday. That seems such a huge number to me. You'll be well on your way to becoming a man now (don't worry, I'm not going to give you the 'puberty' talk, I'd much rather leave that to your father and Sirius). You are now half way through your Hogwarts education and you will no doubt be studying hard soon for when you take your OWLs next year.

Harry grinned, yeah, he thought, or battling a dragon in a tournament and watching Lord Voldemort return.

That is why I give you these very Sirius-ish words of advice - have fun this year. Play practical jokes, and sneak out after dark, because next year, trust me, you won't have time to even think the word 'fun' before someone dumps an few dozen essays on you.

You are now fourteen and well settled into life as a teenager, so I should probably attempt to tackle the issue that haunts all parents, whether that be parents with a teenage son, or me, watching a tiny baby sleep. I'm not going to give the full blown 'talk' as even over paper it would still be excruciatingly embarrassing for me to start talking to you about erections and fondling and such things. But I will give you a few hints from a girl's perspective on what not to do.

Firstly, learn to take no for an answer. I probably would have gone out with your father years earlier if he had left me alone for a single minute. Every Valentines day he didn't get the message that I wasn't too thrilled to be plagued with awful garish bouquets of enchanted sparkling lilies that the Marauders seem to find very amusing, not to mention that mentally scarring poem entitled '12 things I'd like to do with Lily Evans' hair'. Also, public humiliation is never an endearing act. If you take muggle studies, which I think is a very worthwhile subject for you, considering you will have been brought up by two of the most muggle ignorant wizards alive (James and Sirius were convinced for years that a muggle fireman was in fact a phoenix under the influence of polyjuice potion mutated for animals). Anyway, in muggle studies we were instructed to write an essay on how wizards had developed muggle products into magical objects. Your father wrote five rolls of parchment on 'How Lily Evans' bra is like a golden snitch'. It was awful. He read long passages out to the class. You should, at this point, hopefully, be very ashamed of your father. Lastly, do not think that buying a girl a copy of PlayWizard with annotations such as 'this would be so much hotter if it were you' is going to woo her. I suggest friendly conversation, a sense of lighthearted humour, and between the two of us, perhaps a little Firewhisky. Hey, I'm dead, and I'd quite like to see how your father would handle you drunk. (I'm not even going to consider Sirius' response, as he would probably ask you to hand him the bottle so he could have a hearty swig).

I hope that you find somebody who you care about. Oh Merlin. That sounds so… Mumsy. I'm being honest, I thought I'd have over a decade before I started talking about this with you. Never mind, just be yourself. You are a charming baby so I'm sure you will become a charming teenager (hopefully you'll have stopped soiling yourself and you'll smell less like a waste disposal point).

Thats all really. Fourteen is one of those awkward in between years where you aren't an adult but you're well past childhood. Be prepared. In your fifteen letter I will be lecturing you about OWLs and safe sex. Not my fault! I have a motherly duty to prepare you for these things.

Lots of Love and Hugs and Kisses

(I'm hoping I just embarrassed you from beyond the grave!)

Mum.

P.S. Your father and Sirius called 4th year 'dos year' meaning it was, well, meaningless and required no effort and had no purpose. This is NOT true. Fourth year is absolutely crucial! I hope you do not take after them in your work ethic. Ok, nag over.

Harry looked over the words again. He felt as though he knew his mother, as though she was lying next to him reading out her words. He went to grab the next letter, and then paused, experiencing an awful sensation, like cold water was being washed over his warm insides. The letters would not go on for ever. His hands went to count those left and untie from the bundle, but he didn't. He didn't want to know how many he had left. It seemed ridiculous that his mother would have written a letter for every birthday he'd ever have, yet he'd just assumed that the letters would just go on and on, that he'd always be reading them. Toying between saving the next one or reading it then, he opted for the latter. I've waited long enough. He thought, replacing the 14th Birthday letter in it's envelope and tearing open the parchment labelled For Harry on his 15th Birthday.

AN (READ THIS ONE, IT'S IMPORTANT): I am now back at school after the summer so, like all of those at Hogwarts, I will be busing studying for my OWLs (GCSEs). I will be updating once a week, most likely at the weekends. Sorry for the wait on this chapter, my sister El Leon Y La Oveja is moving out so it's been a pretty hectic week.

Hope you enjoyed the (short) chapter.

If I get a good response from this I may write and post the 15th B'day letter tonight.

So please review!