"If it was easy, it wouldn't mean anything," Remus said quietly. Looking down at the baby sleeping in his arms, he nodded. "She's an innocent. No matter what you or her father have done, it's not her fault, though she will bear some of society's opinion merely for bearing his name." Remus still might argue the be all and end all of house affiliations, but even he knew the importance of names in their world. Hope Lestrange would always have a stigma against her because of her name and it's relation to her parents' actions.
"I know you loved him. Emotions aren't something that are easy to plan. And, sometimes, we love the people who hurt us for the very reason they are the only constant point in our lives." He'd seen it in the packs, those run by Greyback, the werewolves who convinced themselves they loved the Alpha who abused his power over them. It was part of why Remus had never wanted to be involved with the packs at all. "The question is really whether you can understand that, despite your feelings for him, what he was detrimental to your own well-being, that love doesn't always make something right. You can love the man you thought he was. You can forgive the things he did to you. But, can you accept that he wasn't good for you, despite all of it?"
Sighing softly, he shook his head. He didn't think it was that simple. As much as he wanted to see her well and healed for Harry's sake, for her family's sake, for her own sake, Remus didn't think it was going to be as easy as putting two puzzle pieces together. "That's what the Healers are trying to help you do, put the real you together, separate out the false memories from the true, the manufactured emotions from the sincere. The whole person, though, that will depend more, I think, on what you do with yourself once you see the full truth and how much was a fiction, the future choices you make when it comes time to deal with the whole picture of yourself that healing process creates."