The parents looked less than thrilled by Caradoc (positively horrified would have been a better description), the father raising his wand again with that frantic look in his eye; the boy, however, looked oddly excited, and managed to scramble out of his mother's arms to move forward.
"I read about you, too!" he cried, eyes wide. His face was bandaged, and it looked like he couldn't move his right arm very well, but he was still rather energetic for a recent bite.
"Andret, get back here!" his mother shrieked, reaching for him, but the boy moved again, taking care to dodge his father's arm as well.
"Mum doesn't like me reading the papers, but I like them," Andret explained, the seriousness of the situation completely lost on him. "She says I'm too young to be reading things like that, but I'm nearly eleven! I'll be going to Hogwarts soon - or," he faltered, "or at least..."
"We need to go," Remus repeated, slowly, firmly, his eyes trying to portray his urgency. "They're coming, and - " His eyes fell on Andret again, who seemed to be unconsciously hugging his abdomen, and Remus's eyes softened. "You need medical attention. I know a Healer who can treat you, free of charge. You just need to trust us."
"Prove it," the father demanded hoarsely, though his resolve seemed to be weakening. "Prove you're one of them."
Remus paused for a second, considering the request, before pulling up his left pant leg and briefly revealing his own bite scare, as clear and mangled as ever. "If you have any silver, that might do as well," he added, straightening and letting the cloth fall, "but we're in a bit of a hurry and I'm not particularly fond of burns, so if we could skip that I would appreciate it."