Dear Harry,
My sweet, sweet boy. Sirius and I loved you very much and I know he died for you with honor. He will always have a place in our hearts and we will not forget him. I have never told you this but I hope, now in this dark hour, where you find yourself stricken with sadness, it brings light to your life. Padfoot, as you used to call him, is, as you well know, an animagus. When you were first given to us, he would sleep with you every night. That shaggy dog, a black mutt, would cuddle you, a tiny infant at the time, close and that was the only way you would sleep. Sirius loved you very much and he was very proud of you. You reminded him every day of how brave and brilliant your parents were. You are so like your father, and yet you have the eyes of your mother. You may be the vary epitome of you patents, but you will always be our little boy, our very own little black mutt. He took pride in protecting you till the very end. Please know that this is not your fault Harry. I love you.
Love, Remus