"I'll let her know." Although he had no intention of doing any such thing. He didn't even know her. "I have to say her allure stopped working when I was fourteen. I don't know why she thought it'd work at twenty. I think I'm too stubborn even for Veelas."
Harry shrugged. "There's still is. we're civil servants. The work might be different, but there is still work to do. We need to find the key, get the vaults, form a government, create a school, deal with the international community. The job never ends." He snorted. "Dumbledore was good at convincing people that they were the only one for the job. And it is what I love. Everything else seems... boring, not important. I don't know." He leaned forward, elbows on his his and he turned his head to look at Remus. "What would I do? Play Quidditch? Become a researcher. I'd be awful at it. I do things. I save the world. I started at eighteen month picked it up again at eleven and haven't stopped."
He smiled. "My sons are named James Sirius and Albus Severus. I would love to know what they are like with those names." He sighed. "No offense, Remus, but you didn't learn to have a backbone. The shit with Tonks and the baby- Anyway, it doesn't matter, because none of that will happen to you." He nodded. "I have no fucking idea what happened to him. I always wanted to know what drove him to betrayed them but I never got an answer."
Harry smiled. "Remus had the same expression when he talked about the potion. I was with him when Snape brought him the potion. He didn't tell me what it was but he smiled like it was the greatest present Snape could give him. It is a miracle in a way, but not all werewolves took it. Some couldn't afford it, but the ones who wanted it, sacrificed plenty to get access to it. The people who didn't want it were usually associated with Greyback."