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Death is a Scar
He wore death like the lightning scar on his forehead. Death dominated him. First it took his parents, then every other parent-figure he had come to love: his Godfather, his headmaster and Remus.
He was holding Remus’s and Tonks’s son in his arms, holding their son at their funeral. A son that was crying out for them and Harry would never be able to help him find them.
“I’ve got a present for you Ted,” Harry said happily. “I realise it’s a bit late, but better late than never, right?”
Photographs and First Impressions
“Harry?” Teddy asked slowly, his eye-brows lowered in thought. “Do I have a Daddy?”
“What does dead mean?” Teddy asked.
Fall From Grace
“Nana told me yesterday that my Dad was a werewolf, is that true?” Teddy asked, his voice very quiet.
Old Enough to Understand
“YOU TOLD ME MY DAD WAS A GOOD MAN!”
Harry’s eyes burned again. Teddy was speeding away from him. In a moment the train would turn a corner and he would not see Teddy again until Christmas. Harry had seen Teddy every week, without fail, from the moment he first held his Godson in his arms. Now, he will not see him until December, and that will have been the longest he will have ever gone without seeing Remus’s brown eyes, that mop of turquoise hair and that mischievous grin that made up the bright, happy face of Teddy Lupin.
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