Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Dear Harry,

You know, I'm used to thinking of you as grown up. I'm used to thinking of you as being over, having defeated Voldemort once and for all. I've seen it happen. I won't try to deny that it did. 

But today, I remembered that you are not only the boy who watched Dumbledore fall, the boy who tracked the horcruxes, the boy who was willing to die, the man who snapped a wand. I love to see you as all those things, but you are not only those things. 

You're the little boy who found a better world. 

You're the little boy who knew what the face of true friendship looked like. 

You're the little boy who knew to help those in need. 

You're the little boy who was so thankful for a sweater and some fudge. 

You're the little boy who knew to do what is right, even when no one was listening and you couldn't win. 

You're the little boy who lay in your hospital bed yelling "VOLDEMORT" because you knew, even then, that you couldn't be afraid. 

And you, little boy, will always live in my heart, hand in hand with the man you will become. 

All my love,

Sarah