"Now, before I get to deliver a speech I've been preparing for the day my daughter
brought home a boy," Mr Potter began, sitting up straight with a look of mild excitement,
"I still want to know why you came Flooing into my house in such a panic."
Remus frowned, shame filling him up as he remembered the nauseating fear that
felt like it had permeated his every cell. "My Dad saw me... He saw me kiss Mia goodbye.
I was stupid and foolish and selfish. Last night was the full moon, and I came over as quick
as I could. I had to wait until my parents.. ." He cleared his throat and whispered, "Until
my parents let me out."
"You thought Mia'd be a werewolf?" James gaped at him in confusion and concern
"Why? Did you bite her?"
"No!" Remus shouted, his eyes wide, horrified by the suggestion. "But I... Prongs,
you saw what I did!"
James blinked and laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You kissed her. No offence mate, it was right disgusting to watch, but last I checked, a
little snogging does not a werewolf make."
"My Dad always told me.. ." Remus began with a frown. "He said that I could
never... And he worked for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical
Creatures; he would know, wouldn't he?" Looking between James and Mr Potter, he felt
something heavy sink into his stomach. "Wouldn't he?"
Mr Potter frowned and sat forward, leaning his elbows on his knees as he met
Remus's gaze. "Did you know that there are some pureblood families that think Muggle-
borns actually have mud in their veins?"
Remus scoffed. "That's preposterous."
"It is just as preposterous to think that a werewolf can infect someone every other
day of the month save for one. And that's for less than twelve hours. Not even half a day.
I'm sure my daughter could tell you the actual percentage of when you're actually
dangerous―"
"Roughly 1.643835616438356 percent if we're basing it on a year of three-hundred
and sixty-five days," Mia said, standing in the doorway beside her mother, cups and teapot
in hand.
Remus let out a breath and wiped the back of his hand across his eyes. "Mia."
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