Harry would keep his hand curled around Remus' even after they were sitting side by side on the back of the bed, turning his head to focus green eyes onto the werewolf as he spoke. He listened without a word, a smile forming and then growing on his face as this younger version of his former professor told him about his father. The older Lupin had told him some things about James.. but not much. Sirius had also told him plenty, but he was a biased opinion, just like Snape was, who had also given Harry his fill on how he felt about his father. He liked hearing a fresh perspective, and what Remus was giving him now was different than anything anyone had ever told him.
"He was going to be a werewolf hunter, huh?" Harry asked with a smirk when Remus was finally done. "That worked out for him." He glanced down and exhaled slowly, before shaking his head and turning his eyes back up to Remus. He was still smiling. "I never knew my father, and the only thing I've ever known for sure was that he spent his life trying to protect my mother and I. And nothing anyone says about him is ever going to take that away." He rolled his shoulders back, and then nodded some. "But I've also seen for myself how he might have made certain people have a lower opinion of him." That statement made the boy who lived smirk again, and he gave Remus' hand a little tug.
"But no one's perfect, right? In first year I was sure I was going to be the next Quidditch superstar." And look at him now.