Chapter 1- A Package of Letters

Harry watched the shadows moving on his bedroom wall absentmindedly. It was late but how late Harry did not know, or even cared for the matter. He just sat on his bed, head against the cold wall.

All he thought of was how gullible he had been. If only he hadn't fallen for the trap Lord Voldemort had set. He had to admit, it was clever. Giving him 'dreams' of Sirius being tortured by the Dark Lord. This was sure to get Harry to come and rescue his godfather, which he did, resulting in a loved one's death. He felt a tear trickle down his right cheek. He shook his head, what he had done was foolish, but he could not change it, this made it, if possible, even worse.

Just then a tapping on his window disrupted his thoughts. Harry got up and walked to the window. A small tawny owl was perched up on his window-sill. Harry recognized it immediately, it was pig, the owl Sirius had given to Ron, suddenly Harry started crying. He put his hands over his mouth to lessen the noise, he didn't want the Dursley's to hear he was crying, but could not stop the tears from pouring down. Pig grew impatient and tapped hard at the window again.

Harry, with one hand over his mouth, opened the window. Pig flew to Hedwig's cage whilst dropping a package on the floor and settled himself inside.

Harry took a few minutes to calm himself down. At last he picked up the package and opened it. There was a letter with a neat scrawl Harry could not make out, yet looked so familiar.

Dear Harry,

I apologize that I haven't written for a long time.
I just, let's just say I couldn't face it and leave it at that.

I've read your letters you've sent the Weasley's to keep in touch with us.
Judging by the shortness of them, you must still be mourning.
I am no different.

I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to write this.
Just reason if you fell you can, if not, well, no ones forcing you.
(but do open the a packet and letter in the package, you'll see why)

As you know, I knew snuffles.
He loved you Harry.
From the second he first saw you 'till the moment he closed his eyes.
I remember he use to talk proudly of you.
You were his kin, his son, his only remains of Lily and James. Though, the real reason for writing this to you was because snuffles had a wish.
It was to send you a packet (which I have no clue what happens to be in it) and a letter if he died.
I'll stop here

Take care Harry (and keep in touch)
Warm regards,
R. Lupin

Harry re-read the fourth paragraph with a faint smile playing at his lips. He also noticed that towards the end it was smudged. Almost as if Lupin cried and wiped it off from the letter.

Harry pulled out a small rectangular object wrapped in brown paper and a letter from the package. He unfolded the parchment and started reading.

Harry,

If you get this, it means I'm dead (...that sounds blunt!) if I happen to be alive then Remus is just trying to embarrass me!
Ahem...anyway...

I know I never told you this, but I love you.
You were the son I never had (either 'cause I was too busy being rebellious or 'cause I couldn't find the right woman, take your pick – I'm not picky!)

When I first saw you, you were tiny and felt so fragile...oh and you had strands of jet black hair shooting out in all directions!
Needless to say, we all knew you had inherited James' hair, I actually felt sorry for.

I only feel sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed me most.
I'm not really an emotionally open person so I need to keep it short (and I don't want to loose my laid-back attitude!!!)
So Harry, just so you know, I'll never leave you.
Whenever you feel alone (and this works if it's at night) just look up at the stars.
You'll find me there – the brightest star is your clue.

You are truly never alone, you have people you love you. So, take care of moony.
I've also told him to keep both eyes on you or he'll be sorry in the afterlife!

Your godfather,
Sirius

Harry stared at the letter and then forced his eyes away from it. He then opened the rectangular object. It was a photograph in a frame of Sirius, Lupin and his father. They all put their hands around each others shoulders and were laughing. There was a letter behind the frame.

This is one of my favourite photos. Thought you might like it.

For the first time in over two months, Harry actually smiled.