Remus was starting to understand no one truly knew Albus Dumbledore. Some of the secrets Remus learned during the second war coupled with the knowledge the village brought shook what was once undying faith in his beloved headmaster. Regardless, Remus loved the man. He owed him a great debt for allowing him into Hogwarts, for convincing his parents he could be normal, for giving him a job...
It had been easy to overlook Dumbledore turning a blind eye that night with the Shrieking Shack. It benefited Remus and the mates he loved. Even when he had been bloody ticked at Sirius, he never wanted him expelled. Now, looking back as an adult and teacher, Remus couldn't stomach the clear message it sent Severus. It did Sirius no good either. No man is invincible. Worse might have been the secrets surrounding Harry, but Remus couldn't dwell. Everyone had faults. Everyone had good. Or at one time anyway. Still, when Remus spoke to Arianna, he could understand why she was leery toward Albus. She had every right. It made what he needed to tell her more impossible. He believed she could get through the ordeal, but he wanted more for her. He wanted her to have Aberforth.
He pulled a nearby chair closer to the bed. She read his emotions easily so there was no point in drawing out the inevitable. "Soon." He reached out to pat her hand. He hoped he didn't startle her. "I am troubled," he admitted. "I don't have good news, sweetheart."