"But I am. I'd never get you five to talk if I used those insults," he said, laughing. "And I know that, Remus. You were my boys. Very terrible of me. I shouldn't have favourites, but you were. I couldn't help it. Each one of you was brilliant and bright and so full of life. You were everything I was without my darkness. I enjoyed listening to your adventures, and with the ghosts, portraits and house elves, I did hear about them. I never stopped you and I don't regret it. You're fine men. Even Peter, he'll find his way."
Albus smiled. "You're welcome, my dear boy, and take care of yourself." He shook Remus' hand with a grin on his face. "Then we'll have to do it more often." Letting go of Remus' hand, he Disapparated.