Little known fact about Teddy Remus Lupin: I would be angry if my parents ever somehow came back, if they ever found Godfather Harry's fracking magic resurrection stone or whatever it was. They abandoned me before I could even know them, before I could even have a taste of a life with parents, a normal happy life like everyone else. And not only that, but every time I look in the mirror and my hair changes colour, I'm reminded of how Nymphadora was a metamorphmagus. Every time I start changing in to werewolf form, I'm reminded of how Remus was a werewolf and how it cost his best friend his freedom. Every day I imagine the day I could someday walk down to the auror office I'm reminded of my mother's legacy as an auror, every day I have a Herbology lesson I'm reminded of Remus and how he was like a mentor to Uncle Neville. They haunted me, they ruined my life, my happiness. So now they just show up like nothing has happened. Why not before? Did they not even care? I would yell all this at them, and tell them to stay dead and leave me alone.
I hate war, too. So, so much. It's useless and so unnecessary; and it just happens and again and again. Churning out orphan after orphan, llke me. It robbed me of my parents, and for that I will never forgive it.
I wish people would accept that I'm teddy. Not Remus. Not Nymphadora. Just teddy. In fact, teddy isn't even my name; it's my grandad's. I'll change it when I'm seventeen, maybe to something exotic like Alejandro or Lorenzo. I want to be my own person for once, leave behind my own legacy. Can't they see how hard it is, how much pain it puts me through, being reminded again and again of the single worst event of your life?
My name is Teddy Remus Lupin, and I hate my life. I hate everything about it. Wouldn't you? I don't know why I'm telling you all this, spilling
my guts to a total stranger. No-one seems to want to listen, so you're stuck with me.
I'm leaning against the misty window of the train. Lilly and James are talking way too loudly, something about quidditch and charms and merlin knows what else. I really don't care, so I ignore them and watched as miles of nothing and no one rolled by.
"Eez eet okay eef I am sitting wiz you?" Victoire is asking in her broken French English which so many people find adorable. She's poking her hair round the door, her long blonde hair falling like curtains around her pale face.
"Of course " Rose says, and they sit next to each other and instantly start a conversation. They always act so much more like sisters than cousins.
Victoire is pretty. Really, really pretty. Her eyes are ice blue and her hair, her shimmering hair that captures the sunlight, is now falling in golden waves to the small of her back. But I'm a hormonal ternage boy and shes a part veela. This reaction us only to be expected. I don't love her, you can stop your cooing. I don't need your affection. And I certainly font need your pity.
Godfather Harry's - no, that's not right. I'm supposed to call them MY family. Well anyway, James, Rose and Victoire try to include me in the conversation, but I'm too exhausted to do anything but nod occasionally until I eventually nod off.
I wake with a start as the train arrives in hogshead station. There's a din of students clambering off with their friends and rose runs off to join hers.
James grimaces and then smiles at me. "Fancy her abandoning us like that! Typical Rose, eh?"
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