There were two things in this world one should never turn back for: fear and love. Obsessing over either would only bring pain. Moving forward was an easier way to live.
This was the way most people in this world chose to live.
British wizards actually had godfathers. Pure-bloods attributed the custom to tradition, or perhaps it was a means by which wizards hid among Muggles.
Other Muggle-born wizards, meanwhile, felt nothing strange about it at all. They had already forgotten the witch hunts of the Middle Ages.
Pomona had once held prejudices against the Church as well. This trip through Europe had broadened her horizons considerably. At the very least, the Church tried to distinguish those falsely accused, like Kepler's mother.
That was as difficult as distinguishing people like Remus Lupin from people like Fenrir among werewolves.
Remus had left Tonks for her own good, but the foolish girl insisted on waiting for him. Even after their child was born, Remus still worried that Teddy would one day be told that his father was a werewolf.
Pomona stood between Number 11 and Number 13 Grimmauld Place. Number 12, which should have been there, had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. But she knew it was there, and someone might even have been looking out through one of its windows.
12 Grimmauld Place was now protected by the Fidelius Charm. She could no longer enter it as she once had, and Severus wanted her to stay far away from the old house anyway.
The only reason she had come was to give Teddy a gift.
Harry had received no birthday presents at Petunia's house, not even a birthday cake. At least Teddy had Harry as his godfather, as well as Andromeda. His way of "keeping away