Author's Note: What do you mean, I've forgotten to take into account different time zones when writing this story? Pft. That's completely ridiculous...
[James Potter]
Friday, September 26, 1980
Hello Harry!
Haven't written to you in a while. You've become quite popular. Can't blame you for that, you're just like your dad, yeah? Just kidding Harry. But seriously, people flock to a baby. Can't blame them, though, you're a pretty awesome baby.
So guess what, you turned to me and grinned at me the other day. You've been smiling at Lily for a while, but this time it was definitely specifically me. And you turn to me when I'm talking to you! I'm pretty sure you don't understand exactly what I'm saying, but that's okay, we can put Plan: Magical Beavers into motion the next time Sirius visits.
Alice and Frank were here last week, they brought their son, Neville. You and he got along quite well. You do seem to enjoy most things, but you were especially happy then. You should befriend Neville, if you haven't already. If he's anything at all like his parents, he'll be a wonderful friend. But of course you already knew they visited, didn't you, Harry? I forgot until this moment that Alice wrote in your Wizarding Book last week. Your old man's losing his memory already. Haha, just kidding. Don't call me old, Harry.
So, what else? I feel kinda like I'm wimping out by mentioning the weather, but it was great today. I took you out in the backyard. You didn't do much, just some baby noises and a couple smiles, but I could tell that you enjoyed it.
While we were having father-son bonding time, Lily took a much needed nap. She hasn't been getting much sleep lately. And we both know we don't want a cranky Lily, don't we Harry? Oh man, I remember one time we really got Lily angry... Sirius reckons his nose is still a little crooked. Big baby, he is. He's not the one that got kicked in the
But you don't want to hear about that. And I don't want to talk about it. Just never anger your mother, Harry.
In other news, the war is still crap. Yeah, I had hoped that I'd be able to give you better news about that, but it's difficult to put a good spin on it. I'm so sick of this war, Harry, and I've barely been it. But I shouldn't complain. I'm not the only one risking my neck, and I've been quite lucky as things go. Others have not been nearly so lucky.
Sometimes it seems so easy to lose faith in our side of the war, but I can't. Not just because of what we are fighting for, but because I'm not the only fighting. There are other people counting on us. And so the war continues.
I know that I'm not the only disheartened by the way the war is going, but everyone's putting on a brave face. It's difficult, but if we don't fight, no one will. And so we have to fight.
But I don't want to make it seem like I'm complaining, Harry. I don't regret any of my choices that led me to becoming a fighter. We knew what we were getting into when we signed up. And we're not going to back out.
Wow, that just sort of... came out. It sounds almost like a rant. Sorry for putting you through that, Harry. It's just a subject that I feel strongly about. The war is affecting every part of our lives, even your Wizarding Book. I feel kind of bad about that. I shouldn't burden you with our war.
I really, really hope that the war is over by the time you read this, Harry. I don't want you to ever have to be a soldier.
I love you.
-James
Author's Note: haha, just in time! (if not, refer to author's note above).