Author's Note: okay, I'm getting the idea that people don't like Molly Weasley. Sorry, I guess?

[Lily Potter]

Friday, February 27, 1981

Hello Harry, I hope you're doing well.

As for me and James, we're good. Molly Weasley was here last week, as you know. She's pregnant again. But I'm sure she's already told you that. I hope for Arthur's sake this one is a girl! She just might keep on going having children until she gets one!

We've heard stories about her little twins, of course. They're not much older than you, and already they're into heaps of trouble! Arthur and Molly would have their hands full with just the two of them, and they've got four other children, with another on the way. I have no idea how she does it. I've said that she might want to look into getting help taking care of them all, but she won't listen… Oh well. I shouldn't speculate.

You've been growing so much, Harry, it's amazing. You've been crawling all around the house; it's difficult to keep track of you. You've been much more interactive, as well. You'll grin back at me when I smile at you. Or if James makes a funny face, you actually laugh at him now. It's adorable.

We've bought you some new toys, recently. Not that you don't still love your soft toys, but you're able to enjoy toys like blocks now. I don't think anything will ever replace your little plush dog. Sirius will be proud, I'm sure.

And now you'll have to indulge me for a little while, because I have no one who's lived in the muggle world to talk to for awhile. It's been a long time since I've been able to talk to Petunia, and most of my muggleborn friends are lying low as of late.

The wizarding world isn't too interested in the muggle one. Even this, though, has come through the tenuous lines of communication. Even the magical world cannot ignore this.

It's the Prince. He's getting married.

Now I know that as a girl, and one raised in the muggle world, this means a great deal more to me than it does to you. But hopefully I haven't raised you to be completely ignorant of muggle culture, so maybe you do understand some of the importance.

James, of course, was hopeless. He tried, of course, but as someone raised completely away from the muggle world, and a boy, he just can't understand my fuss.

He cares, of course, but he doesn't feel the excitement that I feel. Maybe it's more because I'm a female than I'm a muggleborn.

Anyway, he's marrying the Lady Diana Spencer. And she's younger than me.

Now this may not have too much significance to you now, but I'm just twenty one. Besides, James is the same age as me. The Prince Charles is over thirty.

There could have been a more significant age difference before it started getting odd, but personally, I still feel very much like a child, a young adult. Yes, I'm married, but James is even more of a child than I am. But perhaps Lady Diana is more mature than her age suggests.

Anyway, it's all very romantic, isn't it? There'll be a grand wedding, and half of Britain will be all a flutter. I don't want you to think your mother's a nit, but it does make me feel a little giddy.

You've probably had enough of me blathering on, haven't you? I'll give it a rest now, shall I? I'll find someone else to talk to about this. It may even be worth listening to Petunia's lectures and huffs so we can talk about this.

With all my love,

Mum.

Author's Note: I'm a bit hesitant to use British slang, because I'm never sure how accurate it is. If anyone wants to give me pointers, feel free.