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Sadness
By: ChoCedric
As Teddy Lupin stands on platform nine and three-quarters with Andromeda, he feels incomplete, separated from the rest of the world. As he watches parents kiss their children goodbye, he can't help but feel bitter and raw jealousy. Why do those children get to have parents, and he gets to have his stiff, upright grandmother who doesn't like talking about the past?
Yes, that is indeed true. Whenever he mentions his parents to his gran, she gets a faraway, haunted look on her face and goes silent. When his father is mentioned as one person, a look of disgust and anger sweeps over her face. Teddy cannot understand why this is. He wishes he knew why the thought of Remus Lupin fills his grandmother with such a hatred.
He only hears little snippets about his parents from his godfather, Harry. He cannot help but feel angry with the young man sometimes, for he feels as though he took them away from the one person they should have been with, their own son. For remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks went to the Battle of Hogwarts to fight for Harry when they should have been at home with their baby. Teddy wonders sometimes if they loved Harry more than him.
"Be a good boy, Teddy. Remember to act respectfully," Andromeda Tonks says stiffly as she gives him a one-armed hug. As much as it would embarrass him, Teddy wishes his hair could be stroked and he could be cried all over right now by his mum. He doesn't understand why two graves in a cemetery are the only things that represent the two people who created him. Sadness steals through him, and he feels his heart clench as he sees a young guirl near him being kissed many, many times, her mother's tears streaming down her face.
So as Teddy walks away from Andromeda and toward the train, he curses the Gods for making his life the way it is. His hair has turned a midnight black because of his emotions, and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot morph it back into the turquoise he likes it to be. Mum, Dad, why did you leave me? Did you love me at all? He thinks miserably. The train gives a long whistle, and he prays that somehow, that is their answer of ascent to his desperate question. I hope you're watching me, he tells them silently as he climbs onto the great steam engine. For I'm always thinking of you.
