the_debt_of_time

"He really is a gentleman. Come sit down, son." Mr Potter nodded to the chair that
his wife had left unoccupied. "Let's have us a little chat about my daughter and why you
were so worried she'd been hurt in your absence."
Remus turned a panicked eye to James, who nodded at him. "You've got to have
more than your mates in your corner, Moony. You have to learn to trust people."
"Is this about the werewolf business?" Mr Potter asked, and both Remus and James
turned and stared at him, utterly astounded. "What? You think Dorea and I didn't know?
Son, I read the papers, and I might not leave the house too often, but I still have Ministry
contacts. I remember hearing about your attack. They kept it out of the Prophet sure, but I
remember hearing rumours and stories because your father went and made a bit of a name
for himself. Plus, you're on the registry." Mr Potter sighed, reaching a hand out and patting
Remus on the back when he flinched at the mention of the registry. "It's a right load of
rubbish, but it's there for those who go looking for it. Dorea goes looking for a lot of
things."
Remus started taking in short quick breaths. "But I... But you.. ."
"But you thought we'd come chasing after you with lit torches and pitchforks?" Mr
Potter raised a brow. "Slow and deep," he advised with a smile, patting Remus on the back
again. "You'll pass out soon if you don't calm down, lad. Might be a little embarrassing if
Mia comes back in here and sees you out cold on the floor. She'd think one of us did you
in. Can't have that, now can we?"
"With all due respect sir, how could you let your daughter date a werewolf?"
"I didn't know she was dating one until we saw the two of you at King's Cross. Of
course, Dorea knew. She knows everything, she does. Cheeky witch."
"And now?" Remus asked. "Now that you know?"
Mr Potter gave him a look that was a bit intimidating. James tried to copy the
expression but failed miserably and ended up just looking confused.
"Son, I'm more concerned with you being a teenage wizard than I am about you
being a werewolf."
Having the good sense to blush and avert his eyes, Remus panicked for a completely
different reason. His anxiety did not fade much, even when Mr Potter and James started
chuckling.