His stomach churned. He knew some of it, not all of it, and mostly through the grapevine, but Harry was right. Remus would kill rather than let that happen to his own kid. And had he...
He sighed. "No, Harry. Well, I don't know about everyone else, but I didn't write you when she got here because I just expect you to be alright. Of course we want you to be okay because we care about you, but...I, at least, know it is not that easy. There are things to work through and there is no shame in that. You didn't ask to get thrown here and forced to face your past all at once. It is not any fairer than what happened at home." He did dare to rest a hand on Harry's knee then. "You are not worthless, Harry, you never were, and you didn't deserve any of that." New anger boiled up. He didn't care about Petunia. If she was younger, maybe, but she wasn't. She was the adult who hurt Harry and it took a special sort of horrid to hurt a child. Remus really believed that. He may have been civil to Lucius for the sake of Teddy's relationship with Draco at the time and he may try with Peter at times, but this was different. Hypocritical, maybe, but Petunia was a mother. How did any mother do that to any child, especially her own flesh and blood? "Someone should have been monitoring. We should have found another way. I am so sorry, Harry."