So many little things happened all at once for Remus. He'd gotten himself a wonderful girlfriend, made out with her in one of the secret passages while they skipped class, and moments before that he found out his sister knew something he had tried to desperately keep from her. Despite his best efforts, she knew. Somehow she knew about his terrible, horrible 'father-son outings'.

He knew she was avoiding him, but he didn't mind it too much – he needed time to think about it himself and how to approach the subject. He didn't want people to overhear too much, but at hte same time he wanted to make sure she felt safe talking to him. He wasn't upset with her about finding out – he was upset with himself for not hiding it well enough. Out of everyone, he prided himself on being able to keep a secret – he didn't tell anyone about his condition until it was basically forced out of him. He rarely talked about his father unless he felt he had to…

This time in particular, he walked into the Great Hall, spotting her at the table and took in a deep breath. He approached, feeling they really needed to talk, even if it was a painful talk. Even if it meant that she looked down on him and saw him as this evil thing. This tool his father used for his own gains and just let him use him. She probably understood he didn't want to do it, but at the same time he didn't fight back… often. There was once he warned the pack beforehand and he had been punished by their father afterwards. Magic was really good at covering up those types of things.

"Apologizing for your infidelity to your porridge?" He sat down next to her, and gave her a small grin, "I'm sure it'll forgive you."

Remus quickly stole her spoon and a bite, looking at her with a half-smile, trying to hide the fact he wanted to just run as fast as he could from here and never look back. But he knew this was important. He needed to stay here and talk it out. It would be alright… hopefully. Even if she hated him forever for what he did, albeit to protect her from being forced to do it herself.

"I hoped it would stop everything but… I'm so sorry. I'll do more." He swallowed, blinking away any tears that tried to form. "I'll stop him, okay? I'll do whatever it takes. Stop him from treating you like that. Make sure he treats you like – like his daughter instead of… some animal." He swallowed, his throat hurting.

"You don't deserve that treatment. I thought I was doing well enough but – but obviously not. I'll make it up to you I promise." Yes, he thought it was all his fault and not the abuser.

He puffed his cheeks out and rubbed the back of his head with a sad sort of chuckle. "He might not be that man anymore, but I want to bring him back. It's just a matter of time. I think I can get through to him." Such an idealistic young man. Or a boy's whose heart was broken and he's desperate to pick up all the pieces.

"The better I do, the more influence I have with him. I want to change him back to our dad. Wouldn't that be great? To have him back?"

He grinned a bit when she ran a hand through his hair. He always loved her – as a sister, obviously. She was always there when he needed someone – especially when his best friends couldn't be there, like in the summer or over the holidays.

"I appreciate you being here for me, Rose. Even when I spout crazy things like trying to save our father from being such a massive dick."

He reaches out to cup her hand and give her a dazzling smile. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it – a bit touchy, but they were close for things like this. "Rose Lupin, never stop being you." He looked into her eyes with a look of admiration and then shook his head.

"You don't need to worry about me. I won't let myself die. So long as you want me around, I won't dare to die. You can trust me on that."