This made me feel better about book 7. If stories like this can come out of the horrible heteronormativity of the epilogue it can't be all bad. I love that you showed just how hard it would be to be a queer kid in the exclusively hetero post-war happy-families world that JKR leaves us with, the cost of making things safe for the children by cleaving to such narrow definitions of family. I really love your Teddy, trying to live up to his extended family and never quite belonging, in part at least because the obsession with blood will ever go away; I love that he's the victim of JKR's problematic characterisation of Remus and Tonks, the romance that never quite rang true, and yet entirely his own person too. I can't wait to read more.