(REMUS AND TONKS ARE ALIVE, OK? GOOD. Also, you're Teddy's older, adopted, sibling)

You and your little brother, Teddy, had a normal older and younger sibling dynamic. You'd tease and mess with him and would immediately throw hands with anyone else that would souch as raise their voice at him

Sadly, you couldn't fight your dad, Remus, so you had to do the next best thing, comfort your brother

It was nearing the full moon and Remus was, as usual, pretty agitated. He was like a bomb just waiting for a spark, no matter how minor. Teddy was unfortunately that small spark. It was in no way his fault when the house cat tripped him while carrying a cup, yet Remus acted like it. Teddy, as most six year olds do, started crying halfway through the lecture, which only caused Remus to get louder. Eventually, you and Nymphadora made your way into the kitchen where this was taking place and each took your respective person to the side. Scooping up Teddy, you carried him to your shared room, leaving Remus and Tonks to argue alone

You quietly sat with a bawling Teddy on your lap, his hair now a dark, dark blue. His head was pressed against your shoulder, his breath hitching every so often. Eventually, after he starts to calm down a tad bit, he spoke in a hushed voice,

“He hates me so fricking much, doesn't he?”

Another small sob as he pulled away, wiping his eyes

“Why does he hate me? What have I ever done to him?”