I love my parents. They should be happy and have friends. But when your parents become best friends with the mother of James Potter, your annoying, lazy, infuriating, arrogant, childish prat of an ex-boyfriend, and invite them to spend the Christmas holidays with your family, you start to question the relativity of happiness. Right before you lose your sanity, of course.

You mean to say that Potter's family is coincidentally staying across the street from our beach house for the summer, Mum and Mrs. Potter are now randomly best friends, and they expect me to hang out with that git for two months? You've got to be joking.

So, Professor, if I'm being honest, this is the dumbest project I've ever been assigned. I'm trying not to judge you on it, but I'm failing, meaning right now I think you're mad, and this is the one of the worst ideas anyone has had this school year. Except Dumbledore's idea to make Potter Head Boy. Yours is almost as bad. Almost.

The wizarding world is full of secrets and regrets. Letters have been written, hearts and souls have been poured out, but the pieces of parchment have never gotten to where they were intended to go. These are the unsent letters. Numerous characters.

James and Lily Potter have had to learn everything about their son through people who have died and come Above. But after 100 long years on Earth, Harry's finally at the Gate. Now James and Lily will get to meet their son, for the very first time.