"Och, laddie!" Remus exclaimed in his best -- read: terrible -- Scottish accent, before ending in a chuckle. "I'm sure she'd deduct points for even thinking it. But, I meant more, being in Britain at all. I left the country right after the funerals. Been knocking around Spain and France for the last year and a half. Was just about a day into Germany when I came to what I thought was a clearing in the Black Forest and saw Hogwarts instead." He smiled softly at the idea grown-up him had been given the chance to know younger Harry. "From what little I could find in the Library, I think I didn't come back at all until Dumbledore brought me here to teach. Ten years travelling around Europe probably lessened the use of what I consider to be my native tongue. English, they tolerate. I don't think most of them would even know the Cymru language."
Stretching his shoulders, he debated how honest to be with Harry. But, he couldn't really think of a reason not to share some of his experience. "I'm not surprised Snape would set you that lesson. He figured out what I was when we were still students. But, I'm also ten years younger than the man you first met and haven't been surviving as I have for the decade he would have been. Plus, I've had a roof over my head and food to eat for two weeks. It helps more than people realize. Or, care about, usually."
The smile at mention of James and Sirius was automatic. "It's amazing, honestly. Even just knowing they can keep me from hurting anyone, or myself, is a blessing. But...it's more than that. After a while, that side of me came to be able to recognize them as a strange sort of pack, I think. In general, werewolves are not overly social, for obvious reasons. So, for them to be there month in and month out...it's special. Although, I think last night was rough for us all. It's been too long, with the war and then without anyone...the wolf taps into stronger, baser emotions in a way. So, it had to work out it's own issues of the last couple years."