Harry was good at playing the guilty martyr, but Remus had done it for years, even before Harry was born. Harry's apologies were only met with a stern shake of Remus' head as the werewolf sat down in the chair, keeping Teddy securely cradled in one arm.
"I think you'll find, Harry, that everyone would be rathered annoyed with you for putting opinions in our mouths," Remus said quietly but sternly, "You didn't let anyone down, you have no idea how any of us feel. The only thing we feel is relief that you are alive and back, and anger at what was done to you. You are a victim in this, and at no fault. And you would do well to not apologize to me, because it'll fall on deaf ears. I don't want to hear a single word about you failing, or letting anyone down. I won't listen."
Remus smoothed the hair on Teddy's head for a moment, which was its natural light brown as the boy slept, "Whatever he may have gotten from your mind, it won't be enough. Despite Voldemort's idea that you were some how at the core of the Orders workings, you really weren't. You know just as much about us as Hermione, or Ron, or Ginny knows. There's probably very little he would have gotten from you that he didn't know already... and considering you have not been with us the past 2 months, the truly vital information was not known to you. He needs information on our current strategies, locations, plans, membership... none of which you have. You're out of the loop, so to speak. Anything he may have obtained from you is 2 months old, and therefore useless."
Remus sighed, "What you need to concentrate on is healing. Take it from a man who knows, hindsight never helps, it only hinders. Concentrate on getting well."