Children of next generation
Ted Remus Lupin
Sometimes, just sometimes he hated his parents. Hated them for leaving him behind. Still he knew how lucky he was, having a family who loved him and cared about him. Unlike his godfather, Harry Potter.
Must of the time, however, he was proud of his parents. War heroes they'd been. Died in the big war which had seen the end of the dark lord Voldemort. He used to say he'd taken the best from his parents; looks, or the fact that they changed as he wanted, from his mother and cleverness from his father. And, that was the best he always thought, he hadn't taken any of the less good things from any of his parents. His mother, everyone used to tell him, had been dead clumsy. He weren't, actually, he was pretty agile. His father had been a werewolf, although everyone assured him that he'd been a really nice person. Still he was relieved, and knew that his parents had been too, that he weren't one.
Despite being an orphan he was a happy child. After all, the Weasleys treated him like he was one of their own. That was their nature he supposed, letting orphaned boys into their family. After all, they'd done exactly the same to Harry when he was a child. And, he couldn't help think; maybe he'd one day follow in his godfather's footsteps and join the family officially. After all Victoire Weasley, the oldest daughter of Bill and Fleur was rather pretty.
When he started at Hogwarts he quickly made friends, at first he'd been a little nervous that people only wanted to be friends with him because of his famous parents but as Harry said; 'those like that are easily detected.' Luckily all his friends were true friends. They'd joke together; he changing his hair in class until the teacher would look at him with a tired look, telling him to stop immediately, often landing him with very silly looks because they wouldn't even let him change back to normal (blue hair).