As if the years of self-exile, mourning, and fury were nothing—unhesitating, almost casual, as if there could never be any doubt—and with Lily asking, there wasn't—Remus simply nodded. "Then I'll come."

He stood, squeezing her shoulder on the way. He absently took his wand out of his pocket and looked around. "Did you mean now? There's not much I'd need to pack. If I don't come back here right away, it can become a safe house… or for minibreaks… Whatever the times require."

His eyes flickered back to hers, grey to green. "Of course I'll help however I can," he said. "But… until I speak to Dumbledore himself… so we understand… I'm coming with you. For you. And Harry. I make no assumptions or advance promises for anything else." Anxious, "Is that all right?"