September 26th, 1888

Julius Scrimgeour,

Your words pain me more than I could ever describe, Julius. But I would wager that is the least I deserve.

Please do not forget how it was before that incident. Please. I am not a begging man but I would beg this one thing of you. It is important for you to remember that.

Do you remember when we found the brood of Puffskeins' and you wanted to keep one of them as pets? What about when I showed you how to cast a patronus? I remember when I used to be able to cast one. It was a Mastiff.

Do you know what I used to think about in order to cast a corporeal patronus? It was you, Julius. I used to think of the day you were born and how happy it made me. When you were sorted into Ravenclaw, I knew then that you would grow into being a fine man destined for nothing but greatness. And please, I did not mean it that way. I would hope you not to take the same path as me.

The days are making me weaker and I would do anything to see your face one last time, my son. It has taken me a few hours to write even this letter - my fingers feel as if they are no longer existent.

Please take care of your sisters - both of them - as well as your mother. I have done terrible things to this family and I know there is nothing I can do to repair the damage I have done.

I love you, Julius.
Please do not forget that.
Please remember me from fonder times.

Your father,
Argus Scrimgeour

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