A tiny bit of hope bloomed in Remus. He was in the presence of both Harry, and his mate. Maybe he could start to rebuild his life, finally have a chance at a real family? But as swiftly as hope filled his chest, the reality of the situation was crushing. If this witch, his mate, was with Harry, he could only assume that they were in the same year, and even if they weren't, she was still underage. Remus groaned internally. Buggering fuck. Of course he’d be old enough to be her father, of course fate would saddle him with a witch he couldn’t and wouldn't pursue. As soon as they arrived, he'd tell Dumbledore this appointment was a mistake and he'd go home. He'd lock himself up in his home for the appropriate amount of time and then seek her out.