"I'd rather the hexing," Remus replied with a snort. "Sounds like Fleur is the one we should pity if you're so inattentive even her Veela heritage couldn't reach you."
Raising an eyebrow, he listened to Harry's description of those years with curiosity. "Well, there's always going to be work for the Aurors. At least when society doesn't do itself in like this. I understand doing work where it doesn't seem like others can. It's how Dumbledore got me involved in the war, for all the good it did. I'm probably supposed to say something like 'but you should do work you love'. I'm not that much of a hypocrite, though. I think the man you knew is the closest I've ever come to that myself. Although," he mused. "It seems to me like this would be the perfect opportunity for you to make a change, if you wanted to. This whole situation is a fresh start for all of us, if ever there was one."
A soft huff escaped him and he shook his head. "I suppose, where James and Sirius are concerned, everything does come back to Snape. Myself and even Peter by association. Instant dislike, those three. And Peter would have disliked anyone the other two did on general principle. I should have had more backbone than I did, then. But, I wasn't used to other kids and spent the first three years at Hogwarts terrified my secret would get out. By then, the battle lines were drawn, as it were." Smiling softly, he let his head tip back, managing his reactions, then looked back at Harry with bright eyes. "That's worth a lot, actually. I don't think I can fully believe Peter would turn his back on us so completely as much as it seems I could never accept Sirius did." Somewhere, they had stopped trusting each other. But, the bonds they'd forged before that had been real. Remus was sure of it. You didn't do the things they had all done for each other without it drawing you closer.
"Fair enough," he said with a laugh. "Of anyone, Severus Snape has the most reason to want to ensure that it works. It just sounds...unbelievable to me, having not heard of it's like. I don't even care about the pain. To be safe? To not have to ask if I killed or turned someone first thing after transforming back?" Remus shook his head, knowing there was no way to truly explain it to someone who didn't fully understand what it meant to be a werewolf. "I've known since I was five years old that I was a danger to anyone who got close at the wrong time. This potion sounds like a miracle."