There were three gifts the boy received, one from each of the three people who were expected to watch over his cradle and bless him. First a flying broomstick from his godfather, and this was shattered when the green light struck, reduced to a million fragments, incapable of being put back together again. Next an enchanted ball from a plump, rodentlike man; and the ball snapped back against the child one day and hurt him, and his parents, gazing at it in wide-eyed surprise, hurriedly Banished it, for they would not have let it in the house if they’d known it was going to do that.
But Remus only gave him a bear, a kind sort of animal with a human smile sewn on. And the boy loved it, but it was abandoned after that wicked uninvited being descended on his cradle to curse him. It was left there, its threads slowly fraying with the passage of time, alone.