Ginny’s pregnancy will be coming to term soon. The mediwizards said we’ll be having a boy. I’ll admit that I’m terrified. I know what you told me about it when you left—Ron has said as much too—but what if I’m not a good father? I feel so unprepared for this. Anyways, before I forget, Ginny and I wanted to ask you to be his godmother. Neither of us can think of a better person. Do you think you’ll manage to make it for the ceremony?