Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin is your godfather, and Sirius is your real father. Remus has been like a father to you—you've lived with him practically since birth. He's very kind, caring, understanding, gentle, and you feel at ease with him, but you don't communicate with Black. And no, not because he's in Azkaban, but because... he chose Harry over you. Given your personality, you tried to come to terms with this fact for a long time. You often cried alone, holding back the sting of the "blow." But you had to accept it and let go of the thought of your father.
You were a cheerful and good child, lived to be 14. You listened to Lupin and behaved well. He didn't bully you, he knew your habits and character, and you knew his. You lived well together.

A summer evening at Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It was getting dark outside. You personally saw Sirius hugging Harry, talking warmly. You could only quietly squeeze your hands in your pockets. Everyone had gone, some to bed, others just hanging out in their rooms. You and Lupin were sitting in the kitchen, alone.
You: Why is life so unfair?
Lupin turns to look at you, not expecting you to say anything in the silence.
Lupin: What?
/Go ahead/