From James to Harry

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Dear little boy,
I don't know if I'll ever be able to give you this letter with my own hands, or if I'll have it sent by someone else at the right time.
You should be a grown man now, and I don't know if I still can call you "little boy", but that's what you are and always will be for me.
Your mother is in front of me right now: she's cooking dinner, and even though she doesn't really have to since we've got magic, that's how I'd like you to remember her. Even though she may be a little bit older when you read this, just think of her as a bright spot in my life, like she was the path I had to follow in order to find myself again.
Harry, please promise me you'll be brave enough to stand up for yourself and the ones you love: because that's what makes you different, the way you never let down the people who have always stood beside you.
It will be hard, so hard it hurts.
But we will be there for you, both of us.
I had a great life, little boy. But that's just because I was lucky enough to meet the right people at the right time: Sirius was one of them, you could ask him.
I know you'll find yours as I found mines, just wait and be ready, because it may all pass in a bunch of seconds and if you're not fast enough, they're going to leave and trust me when I say you're not going to find someone like them anytime soon.
Of course sometimes you'll feel like you belong to nowhere and you'll be lost like never before, but that's when you can show the world how strong you are, how much pain you had to suffer but you will still be a better person than yesterday.
I'm your Dad, and I wish I could protect you against this corrupted world everyday for the rest of my life: but I know how it feels like to need freedom and fun, so go on little boy, grow up and do what makes you happy.
Just tell me that in 20 or 30 years, when I no longer am able to do whatever I want, you'll pass by and take me to a Quidditch game, just to bring some old memories back.
Well now I think I'll go help you mum, she needs me.
Just remember that we're proud of you and love you no matter what.
Your Dad,
James
-30th October, 1981-

"Not really long, but yeah. Hope you enjoy! Ahaha
-Rebs"

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