Mum stepped out with him, keeping a hand on his shoulder as they walked. "If a reporter tries to talk to you, say nothing and keep walking." She whispered to him; he nodded his understanding as they both tried to get out of the wizard’s eyes as fast as possible. Since he started Hogwarts, any outing into the wizard world was a hellish place. He got asked question after question of where his father was, what he was doing, what it was like being raised by him. Remus always cleverly avoided the questions, not having answers that wouldn’t ruin the illusion of Saviour Harry Potter. As much resentment as he had built up, turning into a colourful pre-teen angst, he didn’t want to ruin his father’s reputation. Baba was a good father— just not to him. 