Chapter Five - Remus Lupin
Also, this one’s set up a little differently than the others. It takes place two years later than the others, so two years after Deathly Hallows
ends, but Teddy is the focus and I figured he wouldn’t quite be old enough to feel the kind of emotions that the characters in the other chapters feel. At least, he wouldn’t be aware of them. So this chapter’s a bit different. DISCLAIMER
Don’t own them.
… The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard’s robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
It has been nearly two years since that immortal June day when Harry Potter defeated Voldemort once and for all. I have watched the world that I once loved so much slowly begin to heal. Friends and family were laid to rest and mourned and those who survived learned to move on. Time has started to work its magic.
Yet here I am again, in the same place I remember being before. It is night this time and a small child crawls out of the house into the grass, seeming very pleased with himself that he escaped detection. I recognize Teddy immediately, though he is no longer a baby and has blue hair today instead of pink or yellow.
Determinedly he continues across the lawn until he finally reaches the small cemetery. There, he puts his small hands on the cool stone of his father’s grave and pulls himself to his feet. He smiles at his accomplishment, then sits down and runs his hands through the early spring grass.
A presence appears behind me out of nowhere. “He’s getting so big.”
I chuckle. “Usually this is supposed to be the other way around,” I say. “I comfort the living, not the dead.”
Remus Lupin comes up beside me and gazes at where his son sits by his grave. “I worry about him,” he says quietly.
“Why?” I ask. “Andromeda loves him. And Harry dotes on him more than any Godfather I have ever seen.”
Remus smiles sadly. “Harry is a good man.”
He is quiet. After a minute, I ask, “So why do you worry? Your son is well cared for. He is loved. And someday he will know how brave his parents were.”
I can tell my words have had little effect on him. He continues to stare at the boy sitting by his headstone. Finally he says, “I am afraid of what I did to him.”
“Leaving him an orphan was not exactly your idea,” I say gently.
Remus shakes his head and for a moment I see him as tortured as I remember him being in life, though in death the gray in his hair and the added years in his face have fallen away. “Not that.”
There is something in his voice almost like shame. “I am sorry for what he is because of me,” he admits.
I smile. “He is nothing because of you except a happy and affectionate little boy.”
“How can you be sure?”
Before us, Teddy looks up at the night sky. I gesture to him and say, “See for yourself.”
The light of the full moon shines down on Teddy’s face. Remus half-laughs, half-sobs. “He isn’t a werewolf.”
I shake my head. “No, he isn’t.”
He is unable to speak at first and I see how tortured he must have been during his life. I was never close to him like some of the people I knew, but once I found out that he was a werewolf, it did not change my opinion of him. But I am also not naïve enough to believe that all people are as open-minded about it as I was.
“Thank you,” he finally whispers, though I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or not. Then he asks, “Will he know how much Dora and I love him?”
Andromeda’s voice floats down from the house. Giggling, Teddy gets up on his hands and knees and starts back toward the house.
Remus is no longer beside me. Somehow I know that I won’t have to come back here again.