I am sorry Dromeda darling, for leaving you behind. You gave up so much for me, and my only hope is that the love I have given you was apt compensation, despite my early departure. It was rough, being on the run, but you were my light, knowing if only this war would end, we could be reunited. Alas, that did not come to pass. Know that since you first arrived at Hogwarts, part of me knew that I would never have eyes for another. I was twelve, you were eleven, and as silly as it was then, there was nothing more right in life than that one determination. You were worth it, and don't you dare think that I would have it any other way.
Dora dearest, you have all the best of me, the playfulness, cheery attitude and the toughness. Thankfully, you got your looks from your mother. You are a source of constant pride and joy, and my only request is that you make sure your mother is not alone. She does the whole "I am a Black and therefore am so tough no one needs to help me" act, just like you, so don't let it fool you for a second. Be happy with your husband, and just like your mother and I, know that whatever the rest of the world thinks is secondary to what is the only right choice. The laughter, love and light you brought into our lives made it all worth it. And as for a name for your son, I would be quite partial to Ted.
Remus. My daughter loves you, and you are the father of who will be my grandchild. You take care of them. You are the man of the family now, so live up to it. I may not be an archaic pureblood traditionalist, but at least that much of my wife has rubbed off on me. Keep them safe, whatever the cost. Even if it means leaving them behind and an ignoble death, or fighting to the last breath. Get them through this war.
Ted Tonks.