[center]No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To tell only lies

The world was colorful.
It literally shone. When the sun chased the clouds from her face, she revealed to all who wanted to notice it - knew how to notice it - the smallest and darkest secrets of this seemingly endless earth. And the more the sun revealed, the more excited the children's eyes sparkled these days. The world was not as exciting for anyone as it was for the younger generation. If everything was already covered by the veil of memories and the past for the adults, every generation painted the world anew in bright colors for itself.
The day Harry Potter finally started to paint his world colorful was probably his eleventh birthday - or the first of September 18 years ago. Exactly 18 years ago he had come here too, to Kings Cross. And thus to the beginning of its story.
But it is no longer the story of Harry Potter ...

It felt slightly melancholy, watching the little guy in front of him, as he pushed the big Hogwarts trunk in front of him and tried eagerly to take in all of the new world around him.
Teddy Lupine now had the brushes in hand. His first year. The first friendships that lasted for life. The first place he was closer to his parents' spirits than ever before. His parents. It tingled incredibly hard in his stomach when he thought of her, a silent smile then appeared on his lips. He would be able to see everything his father had seen, he would touch everything his mother had touched. He would never be able to be closer to them. With his fingers nervously tapping the handle of the luggage trolley, he turned his head to his godfather and grinned - with the small gap in the top left - at the hero of his childhood days.
At least that was what he had intended.
Pushing the tip of his tongue into the gap between his teeth, he stopped and looked at all the people around him. They streamed past him in their coats, under their hats, and behind their sunglasses. Nobody paid him much attention. The tall adults pursued their goals and sought success, while little Lupine, now also frowning, was only looking for his godfather. His grandma, Grandma Andromeda, used to say that he frowned just like his father, who had started too early in his youth when the world no longer wanted to turn the way it should.
But unlike back then, Teddy didn't have to worry about the world, he could continue to splash on her with his brushes.
But Harry had guessed it. Even without the wizards now serving there, Kings Cross was a hub that accommodated many people at all times of the day. It was a mess with wizards. So that the godfather and godchild had decided that if the worst came to the worst, they would simply meet on the magic platform. In all his years of life, Teddy had picked up so much from Hogwarts, Platform 9 ¾ and everything else, and overheard stories about how he would find his way on his own.Even stepping through the brick wall did not leave him in doubt, since he was the child of two heroes. How could a few stones block his way? And Harry had enough confidence in him not to limit his ideas any further. Sure, the family was excited to see how their little ones made their way through their new lives, encountered new things, and how they dealt with it - but especially when it was such an important event, it was sometimes better to just see the shining eyes after treading the path. After proving that they were capable of painting on their own.

Excitement flooded through him again as he stood in front of the brick wall, through which a few older students were casually stepping through, all armed with their large suitcases. Little Lupine stopped. As so often in his still short life, he wished that a hand would suddenly put on his shoulder and that when he looked up, his father would give him an encouraging smile - while Mum was probably just tripping over a protruding floor slab. But that's exactly why, exactly because there was no hand on his shoulder, that's probably why Teddy Lupine could look forward to Hogwarts more than any other first year. Most certainly. For him it was more than a school. For him, Hogwarts was an heirloom. The heirloom his parents protected with their lives and left him. For him - and all the other generations to come, who might not even know their names.
Teddy got the key to this heirloom with his letter, now it was a matter of opening the door - but ...
"Hesitation?"
Teddy's hands slipped from the handle of his luggage cart. He turned around. Recognized two light blue eyes, two light blue eyes that had seen too much of this colorless, old world they were looking at. They looked heavy, tired from wandering through time. They had lost the old sparkle. Which was good. But Teddy probably didn't know that. How should he know? How was he supposed to know that those blue eyes - the saddest ones he had seen so far - loved to see blood 11 years ago? Red blood. In the meantime, revenge and lust were what the elders called a past love. A bound love. That should never come to light again. Emptiness and rigidity had taken their place. Sadness. Ted Lupine would probably not grapple with that until two years later, when he turned the attic in the Burrow upside down and splashed into a pile of old newspapers. But now - at this moment - he was just an old, sad man with pale blue eyes, his hands shoved into the pockets of a worn coat that had been badly mended in several places, shoes that stared with dirt and a hat with holes in it tried to cast shadows on the eyes.
"How was it with you?"
The innocent question, which probably only served the purpose of disguising one's own undesirable uncertainty, was probably the cause of what would happen a few years later.The question and the answer that went with it, the old man's chapped lips with difficulty. Only after a few heavy breaths.
"I never went through. I should never ... no, that's not true. At that time I was forbidden. No school was worth the risk."
The boy was silent, surprised by this answer. Every wizard in England had gone to Hogwarts, right? If he hadn't attended another school and was a wizard, why had he been expelled from there? Who decided whether a person was too bad, too dangerous, or not worth walking through this wall? It was every child's dream who knew that they were blessed with magical blood. The letter from Hogwarts, written in green curved letters. They all dreamed of stepping through the barrier and seeing the red locomotive. All. It was a gift to all of them.
Teddy was already the next question on his lips, tripping curiously from one foot to the other, his tongue pushing his tongue back into the gap in his teeth with impatience. But before he could open his mouth, the old, scarred hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"Get out of here ..."

And there are certainly other reasons that made Ted Lupine never forget this moment and stop in front of the wall every year. He would always turn around for six years. Would always look for the patched coat in the crowd - look for the light blue eyes. But it was probably this question and this answer that put the idea in his head. Even when he found the newspaper with the article and the photo revealed who the old man was, even then his mind did not change. He only got more determined.
And then he came.
The day.
The first of September 2015

But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through

"I thought I'd never meet you again!"
It was a pretty funny scene, I guess. The old man, sitting on one of the wooden benches in the same well-worn clothes, and the tall boy whose jeans were a little too short and his shirt was badly buttoned. At least for a viewer who was aware of the extent of this encounter.
The young man came to a stop after his short sprint - now realizing again that he was clearly missing Quidditch training, if he was getting out of breath even with those short, quick steps - and leaned forward, hands on his thighs. That way he could easily peek under the brim of his hat, which was trying to hide the most haunting memory he had of the man as a little boy. The light blue eyes. They were burned into his mind as part of his story, his life. And that's why he would never forget these eyes, because no matter how he turned and turned them: had these light blue eyes not existed in the world ... in a certain way - a way that probably only Ted Lupine himself understood - he was grateful for the role this man played in his life.In a perfidious way. Very perfidious.
And just as crazy, this scene was probably just as insanely abnormal. No one in their right mind would act like this teenage boy was doing. Who didn't even show a trace of fear or hatred.
"If I could bet with you, would I say you've been here all these years?"
Nobody would. The old man knew that too, who now gripped his walking stick more tightly in his aged hands. Recently, his body refused to walk normally without aids, a humiliation without limits. He was getting old. No. He was getting older and soon he was at the end of his days. Anyone who stared at him a second longer than the passing shadows that called themselves people was aware of this.
"Got pretty big, really big ... Seventeen years right? A long time."
Far too long. A time that they could have used sensibly. Teddy had so many questions and was sure of every single one that he would never be allowed to ask them. But even if he were disappointed in this regard, no one would be able to dissuade him from his plan. He had carried this plan around with him for six