"It is a parent's urge to protect, yes?" Remus rubbed circles into Harry's back. It was instinct although Remus wasn't sure how wanted it might be. "Help." He repeated. He was starting to piece things together, but hoped he wasn't assuming unduly. "I think, possibly, they want to protect you from everything they couldn't before." He hated feeling so guarded, but he didn't want to speak for either camp because he wasn't omnipotent. He couldn't say for sure what was happening. "I know, coming from where you are, you are probably tired of secrets and people making choices to 'protect' you without cluing you in or asking your input." He cleared his throat again. Damn it. "You fit in as their son, Harry. They always wanted you here and every time they lost you, it hurt. It hurt all of us." He stopped to gather his thoughts. "In an ideal world, what would happen with them? More than that, if you are here for as long as a year or two or three, what do you want to happen?"