The first of this is going to start with Teddy and is going to continue down the line by age (roughly/what my imagination comes up with). So enjoy :)

i. this sympathy is sickening

You've never really (quite) fit in. You aren't part of the ever expanding Potter-Weasley clan (no matter how much they try to include you). You aren't even technically part of the 'next-generation'.

Your generation is the same as your godfather's, the one filled with survivors and war heroes (but you don't fit in there either, hell you were only a couple weeks old when the war ended).

You don't (really) fit in at Hogwarts. To start, you're a metamorphagus and if you had sickle for every time someone asked you to teach them how to be one you would be (filthy) rich.

And if you had a knut for every sypathetic glance, gesture, comment that comes your way, well you'd be even richer.

Because it's the way McGonagall's face softens (and yeah, McGonagall) every time she sees you. Every damned time Trelawny (why did you ever take that class?) tells you about the horrors in your past.

(No shit. Why don't you actually predict the future instead?)

It's anytime someone says they 'knew' your mum or your dad and they tell you what great people they were.

(But that's b u l l s h i t. These people didn't give a rat's ass about your parents. All they know are these booksbooksbooks.)

And for Merlin's sake don't even start on the books.

The (newly revised) history books are pretty bad but nothing could compare to sixth year, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Subject? Werewolves.

And soon as Professor Feeney mentionsthat in rarerare cases that there is the tiniestinkling of a possibility that sometimespossiblymaybe lycanthropy can be passed down there is this collective clatter.

And you look up and look around and every in the room has moved just a smidgen away from you.

(and they know your father was werewolf. They learned it from those history books)

And you see the movement and you're turn between the urge to yell, cry, throw up or maybe just laugh like a maniac. Because these are the same people who for six years have patted you on the back, or giving a sympathetic look every. single. time. the. war. was. brought. up.

But now none of it matters apparently. It doesn't even matter to them they know for absolutelypositivelycertain that you did NOT inherit this trait.

All that matters is that old habits die hard and no matter what the Ministry spews out prejudice is going to abound.

(and when it does, it almost relieves you, this concrete evidence that all the sympathy is fake).