Remus laughed. "Or she might just talk me to death. Talks like a pepper mill, that one. And, why do I have absolutely no trouble believing you for a stubborn one, hm?"
Blinking in surprise, he just stared at Harry for a moment. "Sweet Merlin, why would you do that to your kids?" he asked finally, another huff of laughter passing through his lips. "James Sirius and Albus Severus? And here I thought Remus Lupin the werewolf was bad enough." He wasn't going to touch the idea of the wife and baby. He knew they existed. He didn't want to know the stories. "Well, darn. Here I thought I was improving on the backbone front. I either need to work hard or he started backsliding closer to thirty." He let the mood drop with a sigh. "I guess we'll never know, unless he comes through, too. And, at an age where he might be able to explain it." Even knowing Peter was the one to betray them, Remus still missed him, missed the friend he'd had before it all went to Hell.
"It likely was the best present he'd gotten since the day his friends told him what they'd done for him. Greyback and his ilk would use the curse to exert their own sort of power. Even without it, they would have been terrible people. But, for most of us? We become our own worst nightmares, monsters in our own skin. To have that taken away? To not have that worry? I don't think there are words enough to convey what it means to us. I'm just sorry there were some who would want it and couldn't afford it. Makes me feel that much more blessed to have Regulus and Snape here to brew it."