Dear Prongs,
Hello.
What else am I supposed to say? I'm writing to a dead guy. No offense.
Am I supposed to be comfortable writing to you, even though you're gone? Sirius and Harry are supposed to do it too. I think even Severus might be doing one.
What is Harry going to say? He never knew you. I don't mean to make you feel bad or anything, but what is he going to say to you?
Harry's really grown into a wonderful young man. He's like Lily, mate; quiet and shy, but with an explosive temper. He gets into trouble, though, like you. Sometimes I worry that Sirius confuses Harry with you. I'm not saying he's unstable or anything, but he's been lonely for a long time.
He (Harry) is turning fifteen soon. I remember your fifteenth birthday; we threw you a huge party with the entirety of Gryffindor. It was fun, and you were so surprised. I remember, after we finally went to bed, you thanked us, even though we were half asleep.
It's those kind of moments I remember from our childhood. It's sad; instead of recalling the huge moments as I write this, like when you first accomplished becoming an Animagi, I remember you thanking us after your party.
I can hear Sirius in the next room. He's crying. Why is he crying, James? Can you see him? What's wrong?
Maybe he's writing your letter. He always adored you beyond belief. You were his brother. Wormtail and I, we were just his best friends. I guess we felt left out sometimes; maybe that's why Peter turned to Voldemort.
Did you know, when you were about to die, that Peter had betrayed you? Or did you think he just cracked? Why am I even asking? It's not like you're going to respond. You're dead.
Right?
I've always harbored this hope that you were alive... just waiting. You know, for the right opportunity. But why would you do that to us?
My hand's shaking so badly, Prongs. I can't do this. I'm so sorry that I'm cutting it short.
Give Lily and your parents my best.
I solemnly swear I'm up to no good,
Moony, a.k.a. Remus John Lupin
Remus folded the letter in half, putting it on the table and tapping it with his wand. He watched it disappear, before burying his face in his hands.
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