My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

The Lupin Sonata

Professor Remus J. Lupin paced around his office. He couldn't get his head clear.

He had done it! He had gotten a position as a teacher despite a certain, very specific problem. He could almost hear James Potter saying, "Told you you wore elbow patches for a reason!"

The elbow patches had been entirely unintentional, but had soon become a running gag amongst his friends.

The teaching position wasn't the reason for his distress though. No, that was something else entirely.

'James,' he thought, 'your daughter gets into about as much trouble as you used to.'

He could swear he heard his friend laugh his approval.

Of course, Remus had immediately recognised his goddaughter. The packs baby, all grown up.

She had recognised him. That much was for sure. Perhaps not as her godparent, but it was good enough. He wondered how she had been all these years. Had her Aunt and Uncle treated her well? What were her hobbies? How had she reacted to her Hogwarts letter?

They had missed so much. Every birthday and Christmas. Remus wondered if she even knew she had godparents.

He had heard whispers that she had had a rough time at Hogwarts. Rumours that she had almost died twice had reached his ears. He hoped there was no truth to them.

If there was, he had royally fucked up.

It had been his job to look after her.

What had he done?

He had let her be taken away to stay with people he didn't know in person. People he had never met.

He didn't know what to make of Sirius Black anymore either. They hadn't spoken in twelve years. He had left him to rot in Azkaban.

The worst part was they had both probably failed Harriet.

They would have been a disaster. A complete hot mess.

Sirius would have probably used a silencing charm for the crying at some point, he'd never have been able to say no to their Prongslet and would have spent way too much money on babyproofing.

Remus would have failed spectacularly at enforcing the 'no sugar after six' rule, he would have probably chosen bedtime stories that were far too long and probably dropped her out of fear of holding the baby too tight.

Harriet would have known all the secret passages before she arrived and they'd have gotten so many letters of complaint because of course she would have been inspired by their many pranking stories.

Even if she didn't pull pranks. She had Lily Evans streak of quiet mischief.

Remus wiped his tears.

When had he started crying?

He hadn't noticed.

It hurt. The thought that their cub could have grown up anything but cared for. He remembered the day Lily had announced her pregnancy. James had nearly had a panic attack over becoming a father. Sirius had dumped all his cigarettes in the bin and, to his knowledge, hadn't touched a single one ever again. He himself had spent hours in the library reading up on wolfsbane potion and how to handle children.

Lily's mother had passed her the family recipe book. Fleamont Potter had sat down with James to give his son some last fatherly advice before he became a grandfather. James had gotten rid of anything that could even remotely be a problem. They had renewed the wards around the house and later moved to a safehouse.

No-one had really known what they were doing, but - by Merlin - they had tried.

Despite everything that could have gone wrong, Harriet Potter would have never once had any reason to doubt her family loved her.

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