Harry sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, perched on the edge of the chair, eyes wide and listening intently. He couldn't know that in his own time he would have to learn all these things in bits and pieces, painstakingly spread out over years, but it made them no less wonderful to hear. He felt alternately elated and sad... somehow knowing more about his mum and dad and their friends and their lives made the fact that they were gone from his life more painful than before. But then he remembered that they were here and he would meet them soon and he perked up again, drinking in eagerly every word of Remus' stories. He didn't quite want to hear the ending again, though.
"I know the next part," he sighed. "Hagrid told me last night. Um. Whenever last night was."