"The tragedy of my Scots accent is that my mother was Scottish. Broke her heart I could pick up the Welsh after we moved and not her own. Blamed my father and the hero worship I had of him." Remus shrugged before asking, "So, Fleur? Friend or girlfriend?"
Remus felt like he needed to start consuming the entire Hogwarts library to keep track of all of these new names. But, there were some he recognized or could start to place after two weeks of research. "And what about after? That was a few years ago for you, right? But, you're still an Auror. Was that from choice or familiarity?"
Sighing, he nodded, taking his turn to look away into the night for a moment. "We all did. I didn't want to. I think there's a part of me deep down that couldn't believe. But, sadly, there was a part that could." He wasn't sure if Harry knew about sixth year and how that event changed the way he saw Sirius for years, or not. So, he didn't explain. "What evidence there was seemed to suggest it and, of course, we all underestimated Peter. I can't say that it upsets me to think of Snape trying to protect you, even from Sirius and myself if necessary. He seems to have turned out to be a good man in the end."
It made sense. He doubted thirty-year old him would have talked as openly about his condition as Remus was now, not with thirteen-year-old Harry. Nothing even AA rated about a large part of his life. "To be honest, I think I'm afraid to hope, even knowing that historically, it's been proven. It's been eighteen years since my first transformation. To think that I might not be a danger to anyone anymore? It doesn't seem real."