Chapter Eight - A Letter

Dear Padfoot,

I miss you so much. Sorry I haven't written to you more, I just can't seem to find the words. I still can't I'm afraid. The days are hard and I do not feel like myself. I just wish this year was over already, I don't know what to do now, school doesn't seem as important anymore as it was before. You do believe me right? Can I still come and stay with you soon? I am looking forward to it, hopefully Dumbledore will let me, please make sure he will let me. My scar hurts daily now.

Sorry, enough about me. How are you doing? I hope you are enjoying the place you are staying at, be save though, don't be reckless! Hopefully our winged feathered friend can keep you good company. Something you might enjoy, Prongs' and Padfoot's and Moony's legacy are in good hands. Fred and George are definitely keeping the teachers on their toes and I have given my 'victories money' (can you believe the cruelness of it, that I still earned it somehow) to them. I think dad would be proud. They can make the world smile a bit more I hope. I know I need it. I'll keep you updated. Sorry for not writing you sooner, I hope you can forgive me.

Till soon,

Your godson