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Orphans
I'm an orphan.
I've always been an orphan, and I'll always be an orphan. I can't change it.
Fate is a cruel, bitter old bitch.
My god son is an orphan.
He's always been an orphan, and he'll always be an orphan.
Irony.
I never really understood the word so well as I do now.
It's ironic that I, an orphan myself, would be named godfather to another orphan.
Remus must have known. I can't think of any other reason for him to be so adamant that I, a seventeen year old kid, be named sole guardian for his baby.
He must have known, somehow, that he and Tonks wouldn't survive. He wanted someone who would understand.
Boy, do I ever.
Teddy's seventeen now.
He's so like his father and mother.
It goes unspoken. By me, at least. I know more than anyone what pain it causes to be compared to someone you'll never get the change to meet.
My godson is graduating today.
I know he wished his mum and dad were here.
I also know that that's a pain that will never, ever go away.
You just… learn to live with it.
I smile sadly at Teddy as he catches my eye.
His amber eyes look suspiciously bright under his mop of unruly, turquoise hair. I know that mine look the same.
He nods at me, and I nod back.
I understand.
So does he.
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