Dumbledore had been delighted to see him, twinkle in full force. The werewolf had gotten straight to the point, as any Marauder would– asking about Harry, if he was safe, if he could at least visit.
“I’m sorry my boy, so sorry.” The old wizard said somberly. “But after Sirius’ betrayal, and the subsequent attacks on Frank and Alice, I made the decision to hide the young Mister Potter in a place where most in the wizarding world would not bother – or care – to look. He is safe, and with family. The wards I have placed around his home, along with the blood protection that Lily herself enacted with her sacrifice, will deter any with ill intent towards him, as well as repeal any Dark Creatures of any sort.”
Remus gritted his teeth. Petunia Dursley was not Harry’s family! She abhorred everything about the wizarding world! Placing a potentially strong young wizard like Harry in her care was a cruel disaster waiting to happen. Remus had no doubt that she would have done her best to poison Harry against his parents and magic, in her lifelong campaign to be considered normal. He was also doing his best to ignore the subtle slur and hint against him personally—yes, he was a werewolf, and therefore automatically classified as a Dark Creature, but that didn’t mean that Dumbledore, as powerful as he was, couldn’t modify the wards to let Remus through if he had actually wanted to. The full moon was only a few days out of the month, after all, and he had more than proved his trustworthiness over and over again.
“But sir-“ he tried anyway, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed, losing a bit of their twinkle. “Enough, Remus. He is safe.” He peered shrewdly at the werewolf over the top of his half-moon glasses. “Voldemort is gone, yet times will remain turbulent for werewolves and other Ministry defined Dark creatures, regardless of which side they chose to fight on or not. Perhaps it would be prudent for you to do some travelling. See the world. Deal with your own grief and losses.” He said gently.
Remus felt the Confundus charm bounce off of his shields, and dropped his head, presumably yielding to the gentle hint, but really to hide his anger, knowing that the wolf would show in the flash of gold in his eyes. “Yes. Perhaps that would be best. I do have friends in Italy that I have not seen in a long time…” He murmured, and sighed heavily. “Thank you, Albus. If you don’t mind, I will take my leave and go make my preparations.”
“Go and be safe, Mister Lupin. You are the last of an era, one that sacrificed too much. Go, and find your peace.”
Remus inclined his head slightly, unable to respond, and quickly left.
It took half an hour after he had returned home and taken care of Harry to soothe the wolf, which was furious at Dumbledore and his subtle barbs and manipulations.
“Easy, Moony.” he murmured. Despite his inherent fear of the wolf, he had found that the beast eventually responded to his voice and logic. In the lonely nights spent spying on the Were packs, he had started having one sided conversations, mostly to alleviate the boredom and loneliness. It was strange, but there were moments where he had the sense that someone was trying to respond to him, connect on a mental level. He had shied away from the tentative, faint contact though, and strengthened his mental shields, afraid that someone had discovered his true goals. That person had never tried again though, so he had brushed it off as a figment of his over active imagination.