Remus was glad he had his drink in front of him. Lucius may not have thought it, but it was not only a probing question, but a painful reminder too. He took a long gulp from his glass, set it down, and regarded Lucius seriously. "Lucius," he said, choosing to use familiarity given the subject matter, "I come from the year 1997. Certainly you've heard of the second war by now?" Remus didn't bother waiting for an answer. "I lost my life during the final battle which was only a short while after I married Tonks and only..." His faced darkened. "My son had just been born." He took another sip, finding comfort in the warmth that filled his body as the whiskey went down. "Your family...I can't say we thought much on you. Perhaps Andromeda did. It wasn't something anyone wanted to discuss." Remus' relationship with his parents hadn't always been wonderful, but he still couldn't imagine cutting any relative out so completely. Yet, he saw it not only with his mother-in-law, but in one of his best mates too. It truly was a shame. "So, no, there was no reconciliation in my time." He shrugged his thin shoulders. "It seems your grandson grows close to the Potters in his time so perhaps Narcissa and Andromeda reach some sort of an agreement. Scorpius must have been around my son." It pained him to think how little he knew about his son even with all the nights they spent talking. Little could make up for all the time Remus lost with him. "Why does it matter to you?" He was suspicious; how could he not be?