Harry never really believed that Sirius loved him. He was just an extension James Potter and to a lesser extent, Lily Potter. He still thought fondly of his beloved godfather, but it was a melancholy kind of fondness.
It wasn’t until Harry held Teddy Lupin, his own godson, that he understood.
Teddy was Remus. He was Tonks. He was all of those that had fallen and who watched the little boy from beyond the grave; but he was also the future. He was hope and innocence and a promise that the future would survive the aftermath of the war.
Harry held the little bundle close, wrenching his eyes shut to keep from tearing up. Every time he saw his godson from that moment on, his heart swelled with love: love for his godson, and love for the godfather who had loved him after all.
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He Understood
FanfictionShort drabble. Harry never understood that his godfather loved him until he held his own godchild Teddy for the first time.
