No surprise, your and Lily’s son turned out to be the best kid in the world. Not exactly sure how much of a part I had to play in that, but I hope you’re happy and not too deeply regretting making me Harry’s godfather instead of Moony. I’d say I’ll try to keep him out of trouble more, except he does a good job of that himself. He’s a good kid, and a damn good Seeker, too. You’d be proud of Harry, if you were here, Merlin’s Beard you would be proud.
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.
The three Black daughters were inseparable as children, but the Wizarding War broke families apart without discrimination. Andromeda’s marriage to a Muggleborn cracked deep fractures in their sisterhood. Bellatrix, the eldest, went mad with the belief that pureblood supremacy must be imposed. Andromeda, the middle sister, tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and the bloodshed. All the while, Narcissa, the youngest, only wanted to keep her family together. As a trio, the Black sisters had intelligence, power, and cunning. Apart, the filthy war would ruin them all.
James and Lily Potter didn’t always walk the same path. She liked the Beatles, he liked Frankie and the Hippogriffs. Her favorite subject was Potions, he skipped classes to play Quidditch. She went to the Halloween after-party once in sixth year on a dare, he planned the after-party. But he laughed at everything, and she laughed too much. He was a rebel… and well she was a rebel too, in a more covert way. He was witty, she was sarcastic. She fell in love too easily, he fell in love too hard. And from the beginning to the end, they were always there for each other.