Letters from Home
A/N~ I know this hasn't been updated in a while, but more coming soon! Another sad chapter, so get out the tissues.
Chapter Six Dear Son, Part the Second
Dear Ron,
How are things in Romania? Mum and I are doing okay, and my knee is getting quite better. The healers say I should be able to walk in a few weeks.
Is Harry doing alright? I know Ginny's especially worried about him. Hermione worries about you, too, you know.
Ron, I'm sitting at the kitchen table right now, and it just hit me that I might never get to say this to you:
You make me proud, Ron. You've withstood more in your first five years of Hogwarts than most adults face in one lifetime. You were loyal to us, even when Death Eaters tortured you. Ron, you've been a wonderful father, and have loved Hermione with all you know how. I'll miss you when it's my time, Ron, and I hope that that's a long time from now. Remember us back home when you're down, and maybe we'll cheer you up when the going gets tough.
Please stay out of trouble, and come home safe.
Yours,
Dad.
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Dear Dean,
I realize that I've not written in ages, but now's better than never.
How are you and Seamus doing? Mum told me to tell you that Parvati's fit to burst now, and little Dean and Parvati should be popping out any day now. Oh, blimey, Dean, I almost forgot: Parvati's got twins! The midwitch says that it's a girl and a boy. Parvati wants to know if you like the names Jacob and Theresa.
Dean, we miss you over here, and unless something in that head of yours is messed up, then you miss is as well. Please try to come home soon. I miss having a son.
Love,
Dad
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Dear Harry,
You might wonder why I'm writing this letter when we're only two camps over. However, some things are said better in letters.
Harry, I have two things that I wish to say to you tonight. The first is, I will miss you when the fighting is over. You have been like a son to me, and I hope that I have been something of a father, or at least a well-loved great uncle. Enclosed is a copy of my last will and testament. In it you will find that I have left you a great number of my things. I trust that you will evenly distribute them between your children, or at least that they share it among themselves. Oh, and please don't let Minerva know that I gave you the Marauder's Map with the improvements on it. Whether I am dead or not, she will more than likely be very upset with me.
The second is that I will probably die tonight at seven o'clock. Harry, you know what this means. Come prepared with the spell, and anything else you might need. We will not loose.
Voldemort is has been waiting on us, and when we come, he will not forget us.
Sincerely,
Albus
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