He had the unruly hair, the nose, the lips, the cheekbones, the hunched shoulders and the nervous habit of wringing his hands together. He was in so many ways Harry Potter’s son that he could never fit in with Teddy and Baba anymore, because he was the product of a version of Harry Potter that didn’t live into the twenty-first century. Raising Teddy was always Baba’s top priority, for as long as Remus could remember. Teddy was higher on his list than anything else. Because of that, his mother tells him, Baba was a very different person from when Remus was little. A better person. Allegedly. Remus is still waiting for proof on that particular claim.