ISWC - Ilvernormy, Year 1.

Writing School - Letters.

Word Count - 693

Setting himself on the cold, mildly wet ground, Harry read the names on the gravestone in front of him.

"In loving memory of James Potter. Lily Potter." His eyes closed heavily and he dropped his head down.

He missed them. Well, he missed the thought of them.

There were so many times in the past that he yearned for them, that he wished he could have a real member. His dreams had been flooded with their image after he saw them with the resurrection stone.

But that was lost.

And so were all chances of creating new members.

Slowly, Harry pulled out a ream of parchment, ink, and a quill. He wasn't sure how this could possibly help but it was a suggestion that he was willing to try.

How does one even start a letter that would never be read?

It's been 20 years since you both died.

A puff of air left Harry as he held back the laughter at his own start. Maybe he should have just started with Dear Mum and Dad but that seemed wrong for some reason.

A lot has happened over that 20 years, I hope that you've been watching down on me. I hope that you're proud of me. I did the best that I could. I defeated him; he can't kill anybody else now. He can't take any more parents from their children.

I wish I could remember you clearly but my first memories are a green light, a scream, and Dudley. I wonder if you ever met Dudley, after all, he was your nephew. Had I ever met him before going to live with them?

Harry shook his head. Asking questions wasn't helpful, he knew that. Nobody could answer them.

Looking down at the unkempt grave, Harry almost put the letter down to clear it up. That would have been easier than trying to work out what he was feeling without getting angry.

With a sigh and a glance over to where his friends were waiting patiently, he returned to the letter.

I went to Hogwarts like you both. I was even sorted into Gryffindor! That's where I met Ron and Hermione. They're my best friends and have been with me through it all.

Ron even joined me on the Quidditch team after a few years. It was more fun being able to play it with him. And Ginny joined too, that was a bit more distracting but I wouldn't change a thing.

Ginny's my wife, by the way. We have a baby on the way now. It's quick, it's early. I'm not even twenty-two yet. I could use a little advice. How did you two do it?

Harry looked back over to his wife, Hermione, and Ron. Their laughter almost reached his ears. He dulled that out. It didn't help.

How did you know that it was the right time to bring a new life into the world? You had me during the war and I lost you. I lost both of you. I grew up alone.

Why didn't you wait?

Things could have been different. We could have been a family. I could have grown up happy.

I guess that I'm scared. What if I mess up? What if my child loses me? I know the war is over but this is a big deal. This child will depend on me.

Ginny's not afraid and neither is her family.

How can I raise a child when I never had a parental figure?

This wasn't helping. Spilling his feelings over empty words. Letting out a deep sigh, he decided to just end it.

I guess I'll understand it soon. I'll bring him or her here to meet you, maybe you'd like that.

His quill hovered over the page. Should he sign it? Or write his name? Or say goodbye?

No.

That wouldn't change anything.

Instead, Harry rolled up the parchment and placed it by the gravestone. Quickly casting a spell to keep anybody from touching it, he stood up and took a deep breath.

"Bye Mum, bye Dad," he spoke, a quiver in his tone as he held back the unwanted tears.