(You're name is Amelia in this fanfiction, your animagi is a badger. Peter Pettigrew doesn't exist.)

You're sitting in your home. It's been a few years since James, Sirius and Remus, your best friends, have died. You're looking through photos. You're re-living those memories. Like the one when Sirius placed a charm on the girls toilets. Or that picture of Remus studying hard. Or the memory of James hexing Snape.  Or the group photo of you all, with Sirius pulling a face to make himself look handsome but failing miserably seconds later, James grinning cheesily and waving at the camera and Remus smiling happily, the scars on his face slowly fading. You are in the middle, centred by your best friends, smiling as well.

At the back of the group photo, you see a letter of sorts, with three different sets of handwriting. You read the scruffy, block shaped hand-writing in the middle first:

"Hello, Shortlegs!

I have no idea why I'm writing this note, Moony thought it was a good idea to write notes on the back of photos. Thinks they'll make good memories when we all look back at them. What a load of rubbish, eh?"

You laugh.

"Anyyyyyyway, getting back to my point. I wanted to write something nice for you,  Shortlegs. Because if I ever end up separated from you in any way, I think you'll enjoy hearing this. You are one of the greatest friends I've ever had. You're clever, funny and talented, and pretty. I'm just praying to God that Sirius isn't reading this with you, otherwise he'll throw a tantrum (I didn't say he was good-looking in the letter I wrote him, aren't I a criminal? Glad I wrote the message after him). Well, I best finish. Remus is complaining that he won't have time to write his note. See you soon, Shortlegs.

~James"

You move your eyes up the page and find the scratched hand-writing of Sirius.

"Shortlegs.

Sirius here, in case you didn't guess by the hand-writing. I'm writing this weird note right now, some cheesy plan Moony's told me to do for the future. Now, this note is especially for you, because you are my only  good friend that happens to be female. I know, I know, it's weird.

Well, if I end up reading this in the future I'll probably die of embarrassment. I'm just gonna say it. You're a fantastic friend. A really bloody good friend. You're clever, like Moony. Mischievious, like Prongs. Good-looking, like me *wink wink*. A perfect combination of all of us. I love you like my own sibling, Amy. And that's a lot.

From your dashingly handsome, heroic, brave, amazing friend Sirius."

You roll your eyes at Sirius, when you see a P.S below his name.

"P.S, I know you've just rolled your eyes." 

You then move to the neat hand-writing near the bottom. Remus' note.

"Amelia,

I have this brilliant idea that I got the boys to do. We've all written you a note, so in the future we' can look back at these. It also means that if we're not with you, you can still have something from us to remember how much we all love you."

A tear falls down your face.

"Ah, where to start? Well, you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Your animagi is cool as well, I mean it most be pretty amazing, being a badger and all. I never realised how much a badger can calm a werewolf. It's strange.

You're beautiful, and perfect. Don't think that I don't know about your problems. I can see your sadness in your eyes. I can see how upset and hurt you are, and how low your self-confidence is. Well, it's time to raise it. You're smart, funny, beautiful, perfect in every way. James and Sirius are right about what they say about you. Never, ever change, Amelia. You funny little badger.

All my love, Remus xx"

Sobbing quietly, you place the picture in your jacket pocket to read later.

Every memory is before you.

They may be dead, but these precious memories are alive, and they are all you have left.

You read that picture every night. Every single night before bed, when you wake up, when you drink butter beer, when you are getting dressed, when you feel alone and scared. You still had your best friends with you all along.