"I don't think most of us can live up to Harry's example," Remus chuckled ruefully, thinking how much influence the man had on his own son, how much he wondered if he'd ever live up to that example. "You did the best you could and you haven't given up."
Remus had heard all of it, could sympathise even if, thankfully, he didn't know what it was like to hear your son in that sort of agony. More than once he'd wondered if the pinched, worried eyes watching James and Dylan had been mirrored in his own father's face as he watched his child go through those monthly transformations. He wished there was something more he could do for both Vaisey and Harry to ease that worry.
"Professor Snape is one of the top in his fields and while I don't really know the others, but miracles happen all the time." The smile he offered was more genuinely positive this time. "If you want proof, there's certainly enough of it in this house to go around. If three entire generations of well-wishing Weasley hovering and coddling isn't enough to scare them into good health, I don't know what is!"