"And, why, if people were contributing privately, were you complaining about people not contributing, then? I can only respond to what you share with me, Harry. If you're not sharing all the details, of course my response is going to be wrong. And that has nothing to do with our reputation." Sighing heavily, Remus shook his head. "I'm not trying to debate who had it worse, merely remind you that 'not worse' doesn't necessarily mean 'good'. But, for all you talk of not dismissing us, you seem very hell bent on explaining why we're just not good enough and why we should just fall in line with what you say, without really providing much proof that you're up to the task yourself. You talk about the disadvantages of our reputations, but as far as our experience goes, you don't have one. Unless you count flinging birthday cake at your godfather. And, I rather think things like dealing with foreign countries and public office is putting the cart before the horse. You've taken any sort of public office out of the discussion by assuming command as though this was a war. Letting foreign countries know we're here before we've consolidated our resources and secured out borders is just asking to be taken over. Or taken out."
He shrugged. "Whoever says they're doing it," he said in answer to the question of who was doing what. "We each played to what we knew and we managed with the rest. There were four of us, Harry. If two were patrolling, the other two weren't, otherwise there either wouldn't have been any patrols or anything but patrols. Whoever wasn't patrolling, was dealing with supplies and research. It really didn't need a formal declaration of so-and-so was in charge. The first priority was, again, basic survival. Food. Secure location. Figuring out what the hell was happening in the first place, what year it was, if there was a world beyond the castle grounds we could safely get information from. And, alright, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt, but if you want to blame present you for your relationship issues, I won't argue," he ended teasingly.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. On this much, at least he and Harry shared the same opinion. "If he was the one who turned me, it wasn't random. He may have said 'That kid eating chocolate ice cream at Fortescue's is next' instead of choosing Remus Lupin specifically. But, the attack itself would have been planned. Sick fucker." Yes, Greyback was enough to make Remus curse. He laughed harshly. "Of course he did. He told his followers he was using Voldemort to deal with the other wizards and then we werewolves would be able to take control, pay wizard kind back for their treatment of us. I'm sure he thought so, too. That his simpering for the Death Eaters' scraps was an act and the charismatic bragging for the packs was the real Fenrir Greyback, the beast who would take his revenge on wizards and deliver us all." Remus snorted softly. "Deliver us to the executioner's axe, perhaps."