Harry Potter and the Heir business Chapter 11: Bonus: the wills, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 11: Bonus: the wills

Summary:

the unsealed wills of James and Lily Potter

Notes:

i'm posting this as a treat, enjoy!
i've had too much fun writing these, even if i did end up crying
also, my james' a bit of a seer... let me think what you thought about it!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

This is the last will and testament of James Fleamont Potter

Lord of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter

Member of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Patel and Distant Member of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.

I, in complete control of my physical and mental capacities, hereby leave:

the entirety of my belongings and properties to my wife, Lady Lily Evans Potter and my son and Heir, Harrison James Potter.

If my wife is to pass before me, then everything will be left for my son to do as he pleases, once he reaches the age of maturity.

Only a suitable guardian, accompanied by my son, shall have access to the family Vaults and properties.

In case of both mine and my wife's demises, or any unavailability to take care of our son, we entrust him to the care of Sirius Orion Black, Member and Heir Presumptive of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black and blood adopted parent to our child, and of Remus John Lupin.

If they too are unable to care for our son, then custody shall be passed to Lady Alice Marie Longbottom and her husband, Lord Frank Cesare Julius Longbottom.

If they too are unable to care for our son, then custody shall be passed to Professor Minerva Isobel McGonagall.

In addition, I leave the Country House and the portion of the woods in Northampton, England, plus 10% of the shares of "Potions Inc." to Remus John Lupin.

In case of my untimely demise, be it of natural or unnatural circumstances, before the end of the Wizarding War and the Demise of the Dark Lord, let it be known that my house and my family were kept under the safety of the Fidelius Charm, performed by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and with the chosen Secret Keeper being Peter Paul Pettigrew.

I will also require the executor of my will to show these final wishes and words of mine through a Pensive. I would like for my son to be able to witness them. Attached will be a transcript, in case the memories are unable to be shown yet.

"My name is James Fleamont Potter, Lord of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. I hereby declare my last will and testament.

As my father passed away a few months back and as the War is still rampant at this moment in time, I place my seat in the Wizengamot into a state of stasis from the moment this will is read until the 31st of July 1997, once my son and Heir, Harrison James Potter, is 17 years of age, after which he shall do as he pleases.

In the meantime, I request he is instructed on how to behave and on the duties that befall his title, as well as on the history of our family, starting with the first Potter, Linfred of Stinchcombe. I shall also request that he is taught the importance of his lineage, without the influence of external propaganda mulling his magic. From me, he has inherited a Grey Core and from his mother a Dark Core, and I will not, even in my death, have him blind-sighted about his own magic, due to fear and hysteria of the masses.

As for the family business, "Potion Inc.", in my stead I leave it to Lady Lily Evans Potter, who shall have complete control over the enterprise as the CEO(Chief of Executive Operations), conjoining our previously split duties to the company under her guide. I hereby appoint Remus John Lupin as CIO (Chief Information Officer) and I request the appointment of Severus Tobias Snape as COO (Chief Operating Officer), if he is available and has completed his Mastery in Potions, with the condition that he publicly renounces the Dark Lord, in case he has not yet.

The role of CFO (Chief of Financial Operations) shall remain to Manager Sharp-eye Riverrun of the London Branch of the Gringotts Bank, who shall continue to oversee all Potter Monetary Affairs and Vaults.

In case Lady Lily Evans Potter is unavailable to take over the role of CEO, then it shall pass onto Remus John Lupin, until my son turns 18 years of age, until which point he shall do with the family business as he pleases.

In the case of both mine and my wife's demises, monetary compensation will be taken for the guardian of my child from the Potter Primary Vault, with the condition that he is shown both Magical and Muggle World in depth.

I refuse to list every one of my possessions, as they shall pass onto my wife and child and as they shall do as they please with them. Any item of value that was in the cottage at Godric's Hollow has already moved inside of Liy's Personal Vault, with the exception of my Invisibility Cloak, a family heirloom that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had demanded and ordered I gave him.

If said heirloom is not restored to the hands of my child before he starts his first year at Hogwarts, and that is already a long enough concession, then I require Manager Sharp-eye Riverrun of the London Branch of the Gringotts Bank, as Manager of the Potter Accounts, to return it to its rightful owner, through any means necessary.

Now that the serious part is over, let me speak freely with my heart on my sleeve.

Lily, my flower, I do wish to never see a day without your light. It might be selfish of me, and I do hope you forgive me, but towards Death I wish to go first. In case this wish of mine cannot be granted, I will do everything in my power to ensure the safety and happiness of our son, and I promise I shall remain faithful to you, until the entire Universe collapses of old age.

On a less prosaic note, I love you with everything I am and with everything I have, which, as you like to remind me, is "a shitton, you posh spoiled prat!". If Voldie has gotten me, then you know what to do. If he has gotten both of us, then I know you will have obliterated him first. Regardless, we're doing this for Harry. Screw the rest of the Wizarding World, it's all for him. I wish the circumstances were different, but we play with the cards we are dealt with and, while I do loathe some, I adore the ones that led me to you.

If I don't survive, I promise I will not come back and haunt you as a ghost, but I will patiently wait for the two or three centuries it takes for you to reach me. My love, take your time. I'll see you on the other side.

To Sirius Orion Black, that S.O.B. I have chosen as my brother in everything but blood. I hate to leave you, and I don't need Divination to predict the state you'll wash yourself in, curled around on the floor most of the time in despair, but for the love you have for me, reel it all in. I am leaving you the most important duty in the world, after all. If me and Lily can't, then it'll be up to you to take care of Harry. I know it's a heavy burden, especially if we leave him while he still uses diapers, but I also know you will do right by him. There is no one in this world I trust more than you, not with this. You are his Godfather and have blood-adopted him already, so I know I can trust you to raise him well. Make sure he knows his mum and dad love him, alright?

And make sure you remind yourself I love you too, my brother. From the moment I beat your ass at cards on the train, you have become part of my family.

Everything I could say to you now, you have already heard and already know, so I will spare your manhood from the obvious river of tears I know you will shed later, once you're alone.

Remember: Not even Death can keep us apart.

To Remus Lupin, my mister from another sister, please take care of them all for me, would you? They all need someone calm and collected and, at least 28 days at a time, that is you.

I don't believe the lies people in the Order are spreading, I trust you with my whole heart and soul. I know you, and all your quirks and vices, and your furry little problem too. You are my brother and I love you. You are good and kind and wonderful and a smart-ass and your sense of style could be considered atrocious sometimes, but you somehow make it work.

I will have no self-deprecation happening on my grave, you hear me? Whatever bad thought is swimming in your mind, leave it aside. There is no place for that anymore. If you feel sad, go and cuddle Padfoot or, better yet, make Harry giggle. His laugh always makes you brighter.

If you feel angry, go and yell at Snape, who, if his grovelling to Lily was anything to go by, has turned his head around a little bit. Man's a bastard but he is good at potions and, if he leaves this War unshattered, then "Potion Inc." will need his talents. If push comes to shove and he decides to go to the competition, though, feel free to bash his head in. For good old time's sake.

Peter Paul Pettigrew, the fourth marauder, the man Lily and I have chosen as our Secret Keeper under Dumbledore's suggestion and rather veiled order. I hope we won't need all the contingency plans we are putting up. I hope it is all a misunderstanding, I hope my impressions are wrong.

But, just like I know the Order is lying about Remus, I know you. I cannot blame you for your nature, being a rat is much telling.

I have already warned you once and that should have been enough. Now, as these words are spoken and will be heard, I leave you a solemn promise, impressed with magic and tied with blood.

If I die and it is because of you, then there will not be a day you will find peace. I bind my magic to destroy you, you shall only take solace in your inferior form, the one that shall fit you like a glove, amongst the vermin you clearly are. If you have betrayed me, then you shall be plagued by nightmares, consuming your sanity. If you have caused injury to my family, then Death will not grant you the peace you will ache for.

I invoke ancient and lost traditions, with the blood of the third brother that flows into my veins, if I perish with your aid, then let the Doors be forever closed to you, let you wail and wander for eternity, with tenfold the pains you have inflicted. So I said and so is heard. So mote be it.

Then again, I really hope I'm mistaken and I am blowing this whole thing out of proportion.

But, you know, better safe than sorry, right Pete?

My dear friends and family, sorry if I've scared you with that bit of Darkness, but, you know, one can never be too careful. Constant Vigilance and all that jazz.

Next: to Frank and Alice Longbottom, I cannot begin to thank you for all your help and kindness.

Frank, I'm certain I would have dropped dead on many occasions if it wasn't for your strong grip and for the bits of fire-whiskey you magically made appear in my glass, more than once. Alice, I can't even think of words to tell you how much I appreciate you, and your chocolate cakes. You have been loyal and true friends and I hope our sons can continue our legacies. Potters have always been friends to the Longbottoms and I'm sure our boys will grow up thick as thieves.

If we add some Prewitt blood into the mix, then there will be no hope for the world. But it will be glorious. I'm really sad I'm going to miss that, but I hope you will enjoy it for me too.

It is a shame we could not bundle together in hiding in these trying times, but, if it at least spared you from pain, then it will have been worth it. I do fucking hope my guts are wrong, though. If they aren't, well. I know you'll gladly join me to torment the old goat, once the time is right.

To Minnie McG, my dearest Professor. I am terribly sorry I will not be able to amuse you and annoy you and make you even more fond of me than you already are. Trust me, I do not want to go.

But, if I must, I have only one request for you: make sure Harry's education is complete. That bundle of joy has too much raw talent as it is, his first accidental magic was when he was six months old for Godric's sake! He's gonna be marvellous, mark my words. And, to ensure his potential reaches its peak, I leave him in your capable hands. Sirius and Remus are neat, but they're no match for me or you. Teach my son all I couldn't, will you Prof?

And, finally, saving the best for last. I don't think I can say what I need to without choking down on my tears, but I am not ashamed of them.

My little Harry, right now you are sleeping in your cot, hugging a flimsy deer your Grandma Phemy had made for you. I'm sorry you couldn't meet them, baby, but know that she and your Grandpa Monty loved you so much, even in the short time they knew you. And I love you too, so much I think my heart is gonna explode constantly. Your mum says it's normal and she is the higher authority you and I have to listen to, so she might be right.

I don't know how much time I'm allowed to have with you, but I'm not taking a single second for granted. We live in uncertain times, and so every sneeze seems precious, every bump feels like a tragedy.

I do not want you to have tragedies. I want your life to be perfect, all sunshine and flowers and seaside and joy and magic and happiness. I want you to be spoiled with laughter and love, and happy and safe. But, if to ensure this life, I have to leave, then I will do it with a heavy heart. I will always put you and your mum first, after all. And, who knows, if my intuition is right, this might not be the last time we talk. Our family's a tough yet odd one. And, if someone can breach the Veil, I'd bet all my galleons it'd be you.

I have always had these dreams, even if my Divination professor told me they were rubbish. But I had them and things seemed to align with them. I wouldn't call myself a seer, especially since your mother would tell me off for it, but I know what I saw. I saw you, all grown up, happy and free. And, for that dream, I will do everything. For you, I will do everything.

I'm sorry we didn't have more time. There is so much I wanted to do with you, to show you, but I shall take my leave. And, who knows, one day we will see each other again, one way or the other.

One of the mottos of a family that married into ours a long time ago was: "Mors vetus amicus est", which means "Death's an old friend". That's how I'm going to greet her, knowing you'll be safe.

Do not fear, Harry. Be brave and cunning and smart and kind. Do not let anyone tell you who you are, don't let them put you in a box for their own amusement. You're Harry Potter and I know you're gonna be amazing.

Just remember, your daddy loves you very much and will be with you forever.

For now, my mischief is managed."

This is the last will and testament of Lily Evans Potter

Lady of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter

I, in complete control of my physical and mental capacities, hereby leave:

the entirety of my belongings to my husband, Lord James Fleamont Potter and my son, Harrison James Potter.

If my husband is to pass before me, then everything will be left for my son to do as he pleases, once he reaches the age of maturity.

Only a suitable guardian, accompanied by my son, shall have access to the family Vaults and properties.

In case of both mine and my husband's demises, or any unavailability to take care of our son, we entrust him to the care of Sirius Orion Black, Member and Heir Presumptive of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black and blood adopted parent to our child, and of Remus John Lupin.

If they too are unable to care for our son, then custody shall be passed to Lady Alice Marie Longbottom and her husband, Lord Frank Cesare Julius Longbottom.

If they too are unable to care for our son, then custody shall be passed to Professor Minerva Isobel McGonagall.

In case none of our chosen guardians are able to care for our son, then I demand for him to never be placed with my sister, Petunia Evans Dursley, and her husband, Vernon Dursley. Under no circumstances is Harrison James Potter to be given to them.

They might interact with him, once a year, on their son's birthday, if they wish. If not, then my son has to be kept away from them. Only if my sister atones for her cruelty, she might be given more time shared with her nephew, and even then, I forbid my son to be left alone with Vernon Dursley.

In addition, I leave the property in Cornelia Street, Cokeworth, England, to Severus Tobias Snape, under the condition that he demolishes his own property in Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England, with a controlled and authorised Fiendfyre, or a similar destructive mean.

"My name is Lily Potter neé Evans, Lady of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter. I hereby declare my last will and testament.

Before me and my family had to go into hiding due to the political climate in Britain, I had split the responsibilities that came from the position of CEO (Chief of Executive Operations) of "Potion Inc." with my husband, Lord James Fleamont Potter. We had divided the workload equally among ourselves and, in case of my demise, I am sure he will manage the position, with some help.

I require Severus Tobias Snape to finish his Mastery in Potions and to publicly renounce the Dark Lord he had been wrongly led to follow, if he remains unshattered by the turbulent affairs of Wars, and to join "Potion Inc." in the position of COO (Chief Officer of Operations). While I admit I am talented in potions, I do not wish to pursue a Mastery in the near future, nor do I believe I will have the time. He shall do as a substitute.

My only property consists of my parents' house in Cokeworth, which I have already given the details for.

My belongings have already been stored inside my personal Vault, which I leave to my son, Harrison James Potter. Inside, he will find items that might be divided amongst friends and family, only if he wishes to part with them. There will remain nothing of value of mine in the Cottage in Godric's Hollow.

And let it be known that I was against the decision to hide there, given the vast number of abodes me and my husband had access to, some even more fortified than Hogwarts Herself. Let it be known that the decision relied only on Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, who had not shared with us his plans and simply ordered us to stay put at Godric's Hollow.

The only request I have is, in case my sister Petunia Evans Dursley divorces her abominable husband, for her to receive the items stored inside a chest placed in my personal Vault, with a plaque labelled "Tuney". In case she remains married, then nothing shall be done.

Onto personal messages, now.

James, you're not the first, so wait your turn.

To Mary MacDonald, I leave you with a heavy heart. I despise the fact that all of us are gone and you are left to mourn. My dear friend, I beg you, do not close your heart and life to the people who remain. I know your suffering, I share it with each news of a friend and ally passing. I also know your plan, in case everything goes wrong. Your heart, as mine, already has a gaping hole from our losses. Do not let it affect your mind. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, do not fall under the pain, do not follow the poisonous whispers. I would not want that. Marlene and Dorcas definitely will not want that.

I remember how you told a first year, back in our sixth, that we were the Marauders' counterparts, the Valkyrie. Do not let yourself forget the joy and happiness we have lived. The pain seems insurmountable, I know, but our friends need you. I need you.

Do you really think James or, even worse, Sirius, will be able to raise Harry without you? Without your expertise in healing, which will mean that for every single ache they will be at your doorsteps. Without your stories of how we moved through Hogwarts, how we discovered the Come and Go Room, how we banded together to stop Evil from Rising.

Why would you leave my child without Auntie Mary's special hungover cure, which he will definitely need once he's older?

I know I am the last one leaving, or I hope I shall be the last one. I beg of you not to get lost, though. My heart would break a thousand times over, if you closed yourself in pain.

You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Use your strength to remember us by, to remember the love we shared.

To Alice Fortesque, I will not call you Longbottom for I learnt to love you first as the girl one year older than me who smuggled all the ice cream her Stasis Box could fit and shared it with the wide-eyed muggleborn who had never known such magics, and that shall always be a Fortesque in my mind.

I curse everyone who has separated us. I curse the circumstances we have fallen into. I curse the joint birthday parties I will miss for our sons. I curse the tears we will not share once they leave for Hogwarts, I curse the lack of letters I will read coming from Professor McGonagall telling us how they have fallen in trouble, undoubtedly following my husband's footsteps into mischief. I curse all the time I will spend away from you.

I don't know what I would have done without you. You have saved my life, in more ways than one. And I will always cherish you.

I'm sorry I have to leave, I'm sorry you share the target that is on our backs.

I promise, if he comes for us, to make him pay. They will all pay.

To Frank Longbottom, my favourite prefect, thank you. You know what for. Thank you, for everything. And I'm sorry, I truly am. But this is life, not one of our novels, so I'll do what I must. And I thank you, once more, for your aid.

If James remains, will you keep an eye out for him? I know you always do and did, but I feel like the recommendation is needed.

To my Marauders, I do not have words, which is how you know saying goodbye is truly hard for me. I may have despised you at moments, but you have always been there for me.

Sirius, take care of yourself. You are my brother-in-law, you are part of the family I have chosen. You, of all people, should know about found families and how important they are. I met you when you were a spoiled and scared brat and now, you are a bit less spoiled and a lot less scared. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love you. Don't you ever forget that.

Once I'm gone, do not fall into despair. I know you'll miss me like hell, but do not close yourself off either.

And, please, for the love of God and Godric alike, do not let my son's first prank be at Hogwarts. Teach him stealth, since I know James lacks it. And teach him the kindness I know you have.

Also, do teach him proper etiquette and how to behave as a Heir, I've seen James' bows and dance moves and I will not have my son suffer for his shortcomings.

Peter, I'm sorry our hiding has put such a strain on our relationship. I'm sorry James' been snappy and I'm sorry Dumbledore forced you to play a part in this. I do hope everything will get better with time.

I don't know why he's acting so distant, must be all this being cooped up in the cottage, making him go stir-crazy. He knows something he isn't telling me, but I hope everything gets fixed and you never have to hear these words.

And Remus, my rowdy party animal, my partner in crime and in libraries. The tears are threatening to come, so forgive me if my voice breaks.

I will miss you and you will miss me. That is the state of the world. It is unjust and unfair and so cruel.

I hate it. I hate it with the burning passion of a thousand suns. I wish I could go up at Destiny and yell at them, to change it all. But I can't and I have to accept it. Just like you learnt to accept it. You have always been my rock, holding me grounded.

Do you remember, back in fourth year, when I discovered your secret? I remember you, shivering scared, thinking I'd ever leave you. I could never leave you. And I will never. I will always be by your side, a silent guardian angel on your shoulder. I will be always in your heart, if you'll keep me there.

Death doesn't discriminate, I've learnt it well during the years and it burnt in my mind as the War commenced. Death takes and, unfortunately, took me away from you and from our family. Do not let it stop you from loving those who remain. Do not let fear and pain and suffering dictate your life more than they already have.

I will leave a secret with you, my brilliant friend. I reconciled with a slimy snake and shared with him some of my notes and ideas regarding your illness. My calculations are perfect, you know they are, and so are my measuring skills. The proportions might be a little bit off, and it might need a little tweaking, but I swear we are close.

Once the dust is settled and once you take care of the family business, finish working on my notes, let him help you. After everything he's done, I still trust him. Does that make me insane? James surprisingly doesn't think so, but he's always been a dreamer.

You're a realist, Remus. And you will survive this mess and show everyone who is prejudiced and bigoted towards you just how wrong they are. You're going to take the world by storm, Remus Lupin, and I'm sorry I will miss seeing your star burn bright, but I will cheer you on from the other side.

Next, to Professor Flitwick, sir. I thank you for your help, I thank you for your presence in my life and I thank you for those books.

I don't want to incriminate you, if things go wrong, but I'm glad I had you by my side, teaching me all I needed to know. If he goes when I go, know I wouldn't have done it without you. Please, split a bottle of fire-whiskey with Professor McGonagall, you both deserve it.

If Harry's still too young to hear the next few sentences directed to that certain slimy snake, please cover his ears. I do use foul language at times, to better convey my message, and I shall not censor myself. Thank you.

Lastly, to Severus.

When I said in the testament to burn Spinner's End to the ground with Fiendfyre, I bloody meant it. Sure, I said it should be controlled. Sure, I said it should be authorised. But I swear, if you don't burn that shithole to the ground, I will come back and haunt you. Destroy your shitty past and let yourself live a brighter future, you moron. I have already lost you once, I will not lose you again. I will not let Harry lose you, you have to teach him how to dice shit properly, since James' is useless at it. How the fuck did he inherit a potion enterprise is beyond me, all that generational talent has definitely gone to waste. Sure, their family's magic was Occlumency, but I'd bet my bottom pound they also had some talent in that pool, somewhere down the line. And Harry's gonna get it. Harry's gonna get everything, so you better make sure he grows up to be the man I want him to be.

I want him to be happy and alive, Severus, but I also want him to thrive. Don't let my son become a spoiled brat like his father and godfather were before I took their heads out of their arses. You fucking swore. You took a blood oath to me, don't you forget it. Screw everyone who steps in your path and stops you from fulfilling your duties, you owe me. Protect Harry in ways I cannot any longer.

And make sure Slughorn left Hogwarts before Harry's time, I'll be damned if I have that pompous bastard teach him a single year. If not, then stronghold James and Sirius to have him enrolled somewhere else, and take McGonagall and Flitwick with you, they deserve better than the treatment Hogwarts has given them after all.

Ilvermorny is a bit more forward than us when dealing with Muggles and Muggle Studies, so it might be a good choice. And he might also enjoy Durmstrang, if the way he basically clung to Remus was anything to go by. But that might also be because he is a sentimental little shit, I fucking adore the tyke I don't want to leave him -- So please make sure his affinity is dark before you send him there, just to be sure. Beauxbatons is more focused on Alchemy than Potions, more theoretic, so I cannot know yet if it is the right approach for him. He could go to India, or self-study with you lot. I don't know and I won't be there to know.

Bottom line, only competent people teach my son. That includes you, Uncle Sev.

You made your mistakes and said mistakes led us here. Now, it's up to you to atone for them. And I will know if you don't and I will wait at the Gates of Heaven to beat the shit out of you if you don't.

Do not test me, Severus Snape. Be good and do me proud.

My dearest friends, I will miss you all immensely. And I thank you all once more for your kindness.

Now, onto the hardest part.

James and Harry, my boys. I cannot believe I'm saying this. I don't want to go. But I shall do what I must to protect you.

James, if you stay, because, let's be honest, you are the better fighter amongst us, know that I have laid traps all over the cottage. You might say I am becoming as paranoid as Moody, but to be prepared is not a sin. If I can slow him down, if he somehow finds us, if all our precautions aren't enough, then it will be worth it.

As I speak, I am charging a runic circle around Harry's crib. It is ancient and lost magic, one that I found in a book on Parselmagic, and wasn't that a shock, learning I was a Parselspeaker all the way into my twenties. But I don't have time to find out where that ability comes from. Anyway, I am fortifying the ritual with my own blood. Illegal shit, I know, but if it all goes well I don't think they'll ship me to Azkaban.

Besides, a lot of laws and rules are wrong, so once everything is done use the power your family has to correct it all. I swear, sometimes I think Albus favours the wrong side, with the bills he allows passing.

Anyhow. Before we went into hiding, I had collected a drop from each of us, and from each of the people we deemed able to raise Harry in our stead. Except Minnie, I am not idiotic enough to nick her and, if Harry does end up in her care, I think my ritual would look flimsy compared to the protection she can give him. Not even a Grim Reaper could stand in her way. I then mixed all the samples together, and that shall be the final step of the ritual, before it has to be completed with a sacrifice.

For Harry, I will make that sacrifice.

The goal, other than to repulse the vile monster that is hunting us, is to create a protection around Harry, so that, as long as he stays with one of us, with one who shares the blood of the ritual, he shall be safe from him and his. That monstrous asshole will not harm my son, mark my words. It's gonna be in his own blood, my and our collective protection.

James Potter, the day I met you I loathed you. You were selfish and arrogant and, quite frankly, a little shit. But then, with time, you changed. You matured, you became the man I love. You're the Stag to my Doe. You're my life and I don't know what I would do without you. I'll fight hard to remain by your side, but if I can't, know that I tried. I fucking tried.

Any words I might say here I've said and I'll keep on saying in your ear. They are ours, just as I am yours and you are mine. I love you and I thank you for the life we have built.

I'll wait, patiently, for you. And, knowing you, you'll do the same. Just, don't hasten the process on my account, alright?

Kiss him for me, tell him mum loves him so much. I love you, James Fleamont Potter. Don't you ever forget it.

And Harry, my darling, my sweetheart, my little fawn.

I know you are going to be the greatest. You are wonderful and you will be wonderful. I'm sorry I cannot stay and see you shine, but I'll keep watch from up there. I will never leave you. I will always be in your heart.

You are my everything and you deserve everything. And, for you to have it, means I have to go. I don't want to, but I must.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, my little miracle. Don't you forget that.

I love you more than words can say, more than there are stars in the sky, more than there are atoms in the Universe. I will love you until the End of Time, until the world collapses and then some more. I hope your father's right and you'll see us again, somehow. I will tell you how proud I am of you, always. Be strong and be good and stay sharp and keep your head high. You are marvellous.

Mum loves you, Harry.

This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later."