Dear James

I Kept Him Safe

  Dear Uncle James,

        I found an old letter that I wrote you when I was eight. I can't believe I forgot about it, so I'm going to write you another one. You probably know this by now, but I kept Harry safe. Okay...maybe he died once, but he's still alive right now at this very moment. He has three beautiful children, and he married Ginny Weasley. They have two sons, James Sirius and Albus Snape, and then they have their daughter Lily Luna. I love them to death, and Harry made me their godmother. I heard stories about you bullying Snape because he liked Aunt Lily, but he wasn't that bad after all. He helped save Harry, I don't know about you, but bad guys don't do that. Remember when Uncle Sirius went to Azkaban? He wasn't the that did. Peter betrayed you. He cut off his finger and framed Sirius. Even at being eight I knew he was weird. As awful as it sounds, I wish I had been the one to strangle him instead of his own stupid silver hand. I hate that he betrayed you, because in a way, I feel he robbed me. 

        I'm all grown up now. Did you know that? I got married and had my own set of kids, my two little trouble makers Aideen and Kian who are going to start school the same year as Harry's Lily. They're eleven months apart, but they're as good as twins. Actually, they're considered Irish twins. I married a professional Quidditch player, his name is Oliver Wood, we met while in school. I think you'd approve of him. I took over as the Potions teacher after Severus Snape died, I enjoy the job, but  I don't think I'll ever be as good as he was at teaching, even if he did bully the students just a little. I just hope I can keep the job, but I seriously miss my boys everyday I'm not with them. Whenever I'm home I tell them stories of the Marauders just like I was told.

        I think after all these years, I've finally come to terms with your death, though a part of me still feels like it's missing whenever I look at Harry. Some days I wonder how Harry would have turned out if he had lived with his parents. I wonder if he would have acted like you throughout his years at Hogwarts, having all of the popular friends and chasing after the same girl (his Ginny). I hate myself for thinking this, but maybe not having you made him a better person in the end. I'm glad I can be the godmother to his children and that he is the godfather to mine. Mum says its fate that it turned out that way, I can't help but mentally argue that you made it that way because you are the almighty Prongs, and you're too awesome to not have it happen. Even though I've grown up and matured, I still feel like that confused eight year old that expects her Uncle to show up any day. 

I love you a whole awful lot,

Violet James Griffith-Wood :)

        Violet Wood sealed the envelope shut, a sad smile on her face as she stood up from the bench, knocking over the bottle of ink and spare parchment she had brought with her. She reached for her sons hand's. Their shoes shuffled through the grass as she led them to the familiar gravestones with the familiar names. Kian watched as his mother's eyes brimmed up with tears as she bent down to stuff the finished letter into the cylinder. Violet's mother had retrieved the first letter the day she had tried to give it to James and she had kept it over the years for Violet to share with her children. Dawn Griffith's bones hurt too much, she had stayed home, allowing the boys to tag along. Violet silently cried as she walked back to the car, not aware of Aideen reaching down and grabbing the letter and stuffing it in his jean pocket. His mummy could show this to his kids just like she had showed him the first letter. Together the trio walked back to the car that waited, each of them wearing bright colors far from the shade of black.