Dear Dromeda,

I hope this'll get to you. I don't know when I'll be able to find an owl – hopefully before it's too late!
I'm keeping safe as I can. Got a few companions to travel with. We're picking up the papers whenever we can, gleaning bits of news – you'd better keep your name out of there!

I hope that you're living life as normally as you can, and that you and Dora are well. I can't tell you how much I want to be there with you, waiting for our little family to expand. Of course, things could be much worse, could be in Azkaban or worse, but I miss you with every fibre of my being! I'm thinking up more terrible jokes for when I see you again; prepare yourself.
If my grandchild is born before I'm back, make sure you tell them all about their favourite Granddad Ted – how handsome and witty and brilliant I am. Don't deviate from that, Dromeda, I'll know!

Can you believe we're going to be grandparents? Strange how time flies. Don't panic, darling, you're still young to me!

Believe it or not, this letter does have a point. Times like these, experiences like these, get you thinking, and I've been thinking about you, mainly. My beauty. I want you to know that every day I send out a wish that you live a safe and happy life, with or without me. I want to thank you for our gorgeous daughter and for all the joy and love you've given me throughout these years. Fifteen-year old me would be screaming – girlishly, naturally – if he were told that someday he'd marry you. Andromeda Black, Ted, you're going to marry Andromeda Black! Lucky kid.

I'll spare you from any awful poetry, but I hope this letter makes you laugh and makes you realise, if you didn't before, just how much I appreciate you and everything you've done for me, your constant presence in my life, your kindness, your generosity, your courage. I love you more than I love the Appleby Arrows, and darling, I really mean that.

Crikey, it's a good thing 'ability to be serious' wasn't a quality you looked for in a husband, eh? But I have this lovely warm feeling that you wouldn't want me any other way.

Hopefully you'll be back in my arms before too long.

All my love,

Your Ted

So perhaps this isn't the most beautiful or poetic letter in the world – but I like Ted and I hope I did something like this justice!

Chose to do again a different style for this one … hope it works.

Also – the award for worst updater in the world goes to … GLISSEO! Hurrah! Felt I needed to tie this up. This probably will be the last chapter, unless anyone has any more suggestions for me. So … it's done! Finally!