the_debt_of_time

"Mr Lupin, I will remove the Silencing Charm. Please note that it is my respect for
your wife and my love for your son that has you still standing here in one piece and not in
a hospital bed of your very own," she said firmly, her tone a perfect mimicry of Dorea's.
"Finite!"
"I want to see my mother," Remus insisted immediately before his father had a
chance to speak.
Lyall scoffed at the notion. "Absolutely not. In fact, I plan on―"
"You can't keep me away from her! I'll just wait until you leave or pass out. You've
clearly been drinking again."
"Using that wolf sense of smell, eh?"
Remus narrowed his eyes. A part of him knew that it was stress and liquor talking,
and that there had been a time in his life when his father loved him unconditionally, but
that had been very long ago, and Lyall Lupin let his prejudices get the better of him. Still,
Remus did not try to use his lycanthropy as an excuse for poor behaviour; he would not
let Lyall use drinking as an excuse for his. "A Muggle could see that you're intoxicated."
"I'm going to go tend to my wife." Lyall turned to go down the hallway, stopping
for a moment to look back at Remus. "You'll keep away if you know what's good for you.
She's in a delicate state, and I won't have you getting a rise out of her. If I see you near her
room, I'll call the Aurors. Don't think they'll take too kindly knowing that there's a werewolf
on the loose in the building."
"Come on, love." Mia tugged Remus in the opposite direction.
He struggled to focus on any single thought. His own father had threatened to call
the Aurors? Was this it? Would he end up in Azkaban? Or would they just put him down
like a rabid animal?
"My mum... Mia, what if—?"
"Come on, Remus." She pulled him tightly against her, wrapping her arms around
his chest and holding him close. "We're going to see my mother. She's right there. If anyone
can make the people in this hospital cower, it's her. She'll make sure you see your mum."
Remus followed her, looking up to spot a large room where Dorea Potter was
standing beside a tall, pale man with long, white-blond hair and several other witches and
wizards in finely-made robes.