Authors note:

Hey… My name is Georgia. I'm new to fan fiction so bear with me please. This story is not all mine but you will be informed about which chapters are mine and which ones aren't. I am in love with the Lily Luna Potter and Teddy Lupin boat. So I thought I'd continue this story as there aren't enough completed Lily&Teddy stories!

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling…. Isn't that obvious? This chapter (and the next few) are itsjulialol's story being republished… I take no credit for the excellence.

On with the story…

Dear Teddy,

I know you're mad at me and I won't hassle you or anything with these letters but I need someone to talk to who won't argue back, and I figured you'd be the best candidate.

You don't come over anymore. I know you have a life and everything but we all really miss you, I think. James the most. He comes over occasionally and every time he does he asks where you are. Is it my fault? Because if it is, I'll leave every time you come if I have to. The family is breaking apart. Dad's having those weird fits more often now. Since you stopped coming. You know the ones, where he looks out into space for ages, and then gets really mad? And mum keeps breaking down crying. All the time. She used to do it only when we were asleep but now it's like, "Hey mum can you pass the cereal?" And she turns on the waterworks. I'm so glad I spend most of my life at Hogwarts, away from them.

Speaking of which, I'm going back tomorrow. Coming up fast, huh? Already in my fifth year. Guess who is apparently the new defence against the dark arts teacher? That friend of yours - Drew or something. At least that's what Alison told me. And she got it from Howie, who's a prefect and he overheard it from Professor Hewes.

And I forgot to mention I didn't get prefect. You know that makes me the only Potter who hasn't gotten prefect? Albus and James both got it and they break rules all the time. It's a bit of a depressing thought, really. Maybe they realised that my father's talent skipped a generation. I think they approached me with high hopes and were disappointed. I don't blame them.

I think Mum and Dad are having another fight. What a perfect time to wrap up this letter and go hide in my room until they cool down. Goodnight, Teddy. If you feel the need to write I'll always accept it. Send it to me at Hogwarts, if you do. Not that you will. Maybe I'm being too optimistic.

Goodnight,

Lily.