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Second Letter:

Dear mommy and daddy,

There are always a lot of things to tell you, but I had no opportunity to write again since the last letter. Granny found out about me borrowing Fuchsia without asking her to send a letter to you when she looked for the owl to feed her and didn't found her: she enquired me and I had to confess. I don't know how to lie, especially to granny.

When I said why the owl wasn't there, she frowned and looked at me with this look of pitty that always makes me feel angry and ashamed. Granny explained to me that would not work sending letters to the dead, because the owl would never found them. She said you are always with me, but are invisible for everyone who is alive, including owls.

When Fucshia came back, she was exhausted and still with the letter. She looked to me sad, as if she expected me to fight with her, but I just pet her head and apologized for asking her the impossible. In that night, I cried.

But I would not give up because of that. I gave up because, two nights after Fucshia came back, I heard granny talking with Harry. I realized for the tone of her voice that she was very angry with him despite she was talking very low. It was my fault: granny was upset with Harry because he helped me with the letter. I remember that she said to him not to put my hopes up about you.

Since then, I have tried to communicate with you everyday just talking before going to sleep, I don't know if you listened. But now I'm in Hogwarts and I can't talk to you, because my roommates would think I'm weird for talking with dead people that they can't see. Because of that, it was passed a month since I talked to you last time. I miss it! Much more than I miss granny, Harry or my home.

Then, I remembered of that letter I wrote three years ago and decided to write another. Hope you can read this. If you can hear when I talk to you, sure you can read the letter, even if I don't send it. Right?

Being at Hogwarts is breathtaking! I had been here just one time before this year to hear histories about you, daddy, and was excited to come back and explore everything around here: the castle, the forest and Hogsmead, especially. Besides, all the adults told me a lot of histories about their days at Hogwarts and I was really, really excited to live here and make my own histories.

Since you died, a lot of changes happened around here. They told me that the battle against Voldemort destroyed the entire castle and they needed to reform it. Hermione Granger, who is Harry's friend and sometime shows up at his house when I'm there, told me that it's very similar to the old castle, but they add some stuff.

First of all, there is a memorial at the entrance hall of the castle in honor of the ones who fought in the battle against Lord Voldemort, here at Hogwarts. It's a huge statue of a phoenix and in its base there are the names of the people who died in battle. All days, when I go have my breakfast, I look to your names and feel myself proud: you are not just my heroes, you are the heroes of all wizard world.

Your graves are in the grounds of Hogwarts, in some place near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I know from Harry that the first who was buried there was Dumbledore; my godfather told me that he was in his funeral and that it was beautiful and sad. After the battle, they decided to bury everyone who died for our cause at Dumbledore's side, because the find that they deserve this honor. Harry said he was forced to go in this massive funeral too, but he was not paying a lot of attention because only could think that he knew all of these people and wanted their alive.

The students are forbidden to enter in the graveyard without the presence of a professor and granny never let me come, saying that I'm too young for that. Harry doesn't, he thinks it was good to me seeing the physical place where you are, but granny is my guardian and its she who decides that.

Now that I am at Hogwarts, I want to ask some professor to give me permission to go see you, I think they would let me, but I couldn't gather courage. I'm afraid that granny is right, that I'm not ready. You understand, right?

However, as I was saying, being at Hogwarts is very breathtaking. It's the first time I have friends of my age from our world and it's great that I can talk to them about everything. My best friend is Eilidh Griffiths (Lidh), she is of my house and Ollivander's great-granddaughter; she says she want to study a lot to inherit his shop, what make me think maybe I could tell her my biggest secret.

I forgot to tell you that I'm in Hufflepuff as you, mommy. I'm happy about that, although I really had wanted to be a gryffindor like Harry. It's that he talked a lot about the Fat Lady and Nearly Headless Nick and the Common Room. And I didn't feel like I was betraying you because you were a gryffindor, daddy. But I'm glad to be a hufflepuff like you, mommy.

I can't remember everything the Sorting Hat said about me, it spoke a lot o things and was very undecided between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but at the end it told me something about my heart being noble and loyal. I confess I kept this words because they made me feel important.

The classes are great. My favorite is Defense Against the Dark Arts, because I want to be an auror like you, mommy, or teacher of this subject like you, daddy. Granny told me that my ambitions would not have to be taken now, because I'm a child and just starting learning magic. I think she is right, but granny doesn't know that the real reason why I want so much being one of these things is because I want to be a hero as you are and make you proud of me as I'm proud of you.

I've been trying a lot keep my grades high even in subjects that I don't like. Harry said you will like to know that, he told me every parents like to know that their children are good students.

Harry know I'm sending this letter, I send one to him asking if this is not a stupid attitude, but he said I should do this if it makes me feel better.

For now, that's it. When I have more news I write again. Keep looking for me, please.

Forever yours,

Teddy Lupin

PS: Soon after I wrote this letter, I concluded that it was silly being afraid to see you. As it's difficult to talk to professor McGonagall, I spoke with professor Webb, who is the head of my house. She looked at my with pity, what I hate to see in adults when I mention you, and said she needed to talk with the professor McGonagall first. I'm waiting to see, but I will left this letter at your graves when I go visit you.

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Author's Note:

Hi, there! I'm sorry about my delay. I know I promised an update two weeks ago, but I had some unexpected issues.

Thanks to everyone who read and comment in private messaging and favored and followed. I really apreciated this and promise I will answer you all.

Thanks also to my friend Rubem, who was kind reading and correcting my mistakes.

Next update: April 6th.