This is just wonderful, Jess - tragic and so well characterised. Teddy is a lovely mix of puppyish, rash enthusiasm and warm-hearted acceptance - it just makes me want to mother him.
I can really see Harry having all of these good intentions but still being unintentionally neglectful like this because it's too much responsibility too young and his own life gets in the way, and his utter nonchalance towards the death threats is so him, and there's a very fitting irony in it finally getting someone killed that feels like it was inevitable.
You do realise though that now, in order to counter the melancholy of this, I'm going to have to go and find some utterly meritless Teddy/Victoire fluff in which he lives to 137 and has 12 children, and it's going to melt my brain. I hope you feel guilty!
Also, somehow your title triggered a connection to the opening line of To His Coy Mistress in my head and now my damn muse is busy deciding that that's a line it could definitely work with. Seriously, you've sent the flighty thing off on another jaunt. I hope you're happy!
Anyway, I've sidetracked. Awesome, if cruel, story, dear. Actually, even more than Harry, the person my heart really breaks for is Andromeda because she truly has lost everything and everyone. So sad.
Hello dear. :D
I won't lie, I had a hard time writing most of this story because I knew how it was going to end. I kept seeing the words popping up on the screen from my fingers like they were possessed, reading it, practically wanting to scream at Teddy to wake up and be mad at Harry for not being there. Even though that would never have made a difference, I wanted several parts to elicit fear and anger and sadness and grief and maybe some outrage. So far, it seems to have done it.
Your muse never shuts up, does she? Our muses must be cousins or something, because mine is much like that. And no, I don't feel guilty for you reading brain-melting fluff. You get what you get...muahahahahaha!
I is ebil, just so you know.
Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you appreciate the emotive aspects of the story. Until we meet again...
I hardly ever log in anymore, but this little piece of wonderful writing needs a review. And yes, I’m calling it wonderful, even if it was a terrible outcome. Poor Harry. Poor Teddy.
I hated the ending, but I hated to see it end, too. I don’t believe I’ve ever read anything you’ve written before, but rest assured that’s what I’ll be doing during lunch breaks this week. It’s so raw, so unforgiving. I’ve always thought and expected that good writing should make you feel something . You’ve exceeded my expectations.
I always liked Teddy because although Jo gave him to us, we all got our own shot at creating him. A lot of people make him exactly like Tonks or exactly like Remus. You’ve got both of them in there, and Harry as well. Bravo with the characterization. I’m going to have a hard time imagining him any other way after this. Although he might not die so terribly in my imagination.
And I LOVE that you threw Draco in there. So we got to see how he’s changed in the last twenty years or so too. They all changed.
So thank you for this story. “Enjoy” seems to be the wrong word for the occasion, but I enjoyed it very much indeed.
What a lovely review. I know it's hard to say that you liked the story because of how tragically it ended, but in my own little next-generation universe, this is how it had always ended. I adore Teddy in the fact that he could look past Harry's faults. Some might think it harsh of me to portray Harry as an absentee godfather, but when you think of it, he's barely more than a kid himself when he has this responsibility dumped into his lap. He wants to do well, and for a while he does, but responsibility and expectations, coupled with the expansion of his own family, managed to screw that up. Nobody thinks that their loved ones are going to die so young, so they hardly plan for it.
Well anyway, thanks for reading, reviewing, and listening to me ramble. I'm glad I could make your lunch break to-do list. I think I've got a fairly wide variety of stories from which to choose. Take care!
Oh. My. God. How on earth could you do such a thing?????
I guess it's fitting, in a way. His parents died and he died tragically, in order to save someone else. Still, I didn't expect that. It's so sad. What doesn't make sense is why no one ever mentions Teddy. Surely even if he was dead, in one of your stories he would be mentioned? (That is, I haven't read all your stories so I can't be sure.)
I have to admit, your ideas are most definitely one of a kind. I'm in the middle of The Vindication of James Potter at the moment and the whole concept is so unique, I wish I could've thought of it and wrote it myself. It's the same with Teddy's story, really. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of killing Teddy off like that yet it works, unbelievably.
So...all in all, great job. Keep it up and I hope you update Written In The Stars soon!
I appreciate the review. I know it's hard to read a story that is this heartbreaking, but I assure you it was much harder to write it than to read it. I've always had this idea in my head, and each time I was looking to put Teddy in my fics, I stopped and thought about this tragic future that I had planned.
I'm working on Written in the Stars, but it was always meant to be a backburner project. Then again, I did leave Albus plummeting to the earth off a broom, so I should really rescue the poor boy before he dies, lol.
Thanks for your visit, and I hope to see you around again,
Thanks for the lovely credit, though as you know I hardly did anything :-)
I couldn't bring myself to read this twice, but oh, what a tragic, sad, beautiful piece this is! I love the way in which poor Teddy and Harry both struggle to be the best they can be for each other, and that Teddy has always been able to see the best in Harry. Also, you had Draco in there, which did made it that much more perfect. :-P
Thanks for the lovely review, dear. I know this was hard to read, but it was hard to write, too. Sometimes, life isn't fair. This wasn't fair, but it's always what I had imagined.
Ttyl and stuff,