You blankly stare as your own father give another boy, apparently his godson much more attention or tips than he's ever given you. You'd do anything to be in Harry's position and yet you can't do anything expect watch them from afar.

A bunch of bullshit! He loved his godson more and for what? For 'he who survived the you-know-who'? You were just as exceptional as him in studies. Maybe even better than him but your father still preferred that dumb boy over you...? And even worse he hugged Harry first when he escaped from Azkaban instead of you? Maybe just living with Remus was a better idea than this...

"Garçon stupide avec une cicatrice en forme d'éclair..."

You curse under your breath as you light up a cigarette on the balcony. Still feeling very much jealous and salty of Harry who got your father undivided attention while you barely got to talk to him without someone interrupting you two.

"Cub?"

Your father's voice echoes from behind you.