Hi again, everyone! Here's another letter! Sorry that it took me a while to get it posted. I think that there will only be one more letter (maybe two, I haven't decided yet) after this one. Hope you like this letter! Don't forget to Review at the end! They brighten my entire day!
9-14-97
Dear Mad-Eye,
Things have started to get bad again. I don't know what to do. You've always been there for me when I needed to talk about something difficult, but now you're gone, and I'm feeling lost. My parents can't help me, and I don't want to worry them. I hoped writing this would make me feel a little better, like maybe it would lift some weight from my shoulders.
I miss you. I know that you would never let yourself admit it, but I really think that you liked me at least a little (no matter how many times you called me a Hopeless Excuse for an Auror or The Failure of the Training Academy. I know that you only said those things because you wanted to push me to do better.) It's strange not to have you there, monitoring my every move. Whenever I get a job, I keep expecting you to be right by my side reminding me to stay constantly vigilant, a lesson I'm sure I will never forget.
The jobs have gotten more dangerous, and I'm beginning to get worried. The Death Eaters are strengthening their grip on the Ministry, and with Scrimgeour dead, I don't know how long the Aurors will be able to hold them off.
Even though things are looking pretty bad for the Ministry, that isn't the real reason why I'm writing this. Remus left about a month ago. I told him the news, and he didn't exactly take it well. He's been missing since August. I've been trying to stay strong, like I know you would have wanted me to. You would have told me that some guy isn't worth it. I'm trying to keep going on as if nothing has happened, but it's getting a lot harder. I don't know where he is or if he's even alive, and I feel like I need him here now more than ever.
I know that you probably still think of me as a stupid, young girl with a crush, but I needed to tell someone. I haven't told my parents yet. Mum's got enough on her mind now that Dad's on the run, and this would possibly put her over the edge.
You could always give me the best advice, and you had an answer for everything. I wish that you were here now to tell me what to do. You were my mentor, and I couldn't have asked for a better one.
I'm thinking back on your training a lot more now that you're gone, and I realize that you really did try to prepare me for the day that you wouldn't be there to watch me every second. You probably thought that I was daydreaming during the majority of your lessons (and, truthfully, I was once or twice), but I paid attention to the important ones. You taught me the things that would keep me fighting and how to prepare myself for an attack. You showed me how to stay alive. I promise to keep going and see this thing through for you. I'll survive, just the way you taught me to.
Anyways, thanks for listening to my problems. I do actually feel a bit better now. I promise to let you know how this all ends.
Still Fighting,
Tonks