Harry Potter and the Unexpected Family

Harry was focused. 

There were a couple reasons he didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t let his mind wander as all of them were tumbling back into the pensieve. First off, Harry’s emotions were so bloody confusing and intense after the last memories they watched that if he gave himself over to them now, he’d be all but useless. He didn’t fault himself for that, not really, because how was someone supposed to cope with a new father, another one back from the dead, witnessing the murder of two parents, and all the other shit he’s faced today and still be able to function? Nope, Harry wasn’t going to touch any of that shit again until he had some time to come apart and put himself back together. Hopefully, without Loki and Tony nearby, because he couldn’t imagine that they’d be very interested in holding him again while he cried; he wasn’t a baby anymore. He was a bit embarrassed about breaking down in front of them just now, but told himself that if there was a time to fall apart, it was right then. 

Anyway, first reason: emotional compartmentalization.

The second reason was that he had a hunch. Harry was well known for his hunches in the Golden Trio. (That was what the students at Hogwarts called him, Ron, and Hermione. The name took off recently, especially after Minister Fudge came out and publicly thanked Harry for warning them about Voldemort and fighting him at the Ministry - like he and the Prophet hadn’t been slandering him for months. Harry wasn’t very excited about having another dumb title, but Ron liked it, and Hermione just rolled her eyes and said that there wasn’t much they could do about it now anyway.)

Ron and Hermione knew by now to follow Harry’s instincts when he thought he was onto something. He’d been right with all the mysteries surrounding the stone in first year, when he heard a voice in the walls during second year, when he realized he had to face the dementors to save himself and Sirius, and a whole host of other times. Really, he had earned the trust they gave him when they just sighed and followed his lead these days.

Harry was surprised that all the adults convened at the Dursleys house similarly acquiesced to his whims. Most adults in his life, aside from Remus and Sirius, don’t take him very seriously. He’s generally treated like a disobedient child when he tries to warn or involve them, so he’s stopped trying. It was a nice change of pace to be trusted by the Avengers (though he refused to acknowledge the warm glow of his fathers trusting him enough to save their questions, even if the little kid from the cupboard in the back of his head was positively thrilled).

This time, his hunch was rather simple, and not all that surprising. Right now, Harry was pretty sure that Dumbledore had orchestrated all of this. 

James and Tony already blamed Dumbledore for some things, he knew; they’d mentioned that he lied about Harry, Tony, and the other Marauders being alive when James came back to Earth. They also knew that Dumbledore had recommended withholding Tony’s relationship to Harry from the man, though they laid most of the blame there with James and Lily. 

Harry thought there was more to it than that. Back in fourth year, Harry and Hermione, and Ron after the first task, had done mind-numbingly exhaustive research into the Triwizard tournament trying to find a way for Harry to withdraw. And after way too many hours hunched over books in the library, they’d found something. According to an old book recounting feats from a tournament 456 years ago, it was in the rule book that the tasks of the tournament could be changed at any point before each individual task started. Harry and Hermione hadn’t been sure what use that would be until Ron, ever the strategist, laid it out for them. 

“If you can’t be withdrawn without serious consequences for all the contestants, then all they’d have to do to get you out of it is make the next two tasks something super easy, like Gobstones or Exploding Snap or something. Then, the tournament would be done and they could start a new one and only enter the three champions’ names under each school. They could have a two minute time limit for entries and have the cup under guard to make sure this doesn’t happen again, and boom. Same three champions, three new tasks, and a free Harry.”

Harry had no idea why Ron didn’t see that he was brilliant.

However, when Harry had taken this revelation to Dumbledore, sure that his mentor and role model would do all he could to help, the man hadn’t done anything useful. He’d confirmed that the rule was indeed true, but all he did was offer Harry a lemon drop and convince him that if he left the tournament, he would be targeted again in a more dangerous and unpredictable way by whoever entered him in the first place, so really it was safer to continue on as they were in the long run. It had made sense when they spoke, and Harry had left feeling reassured with a pocket full of candy. The lemon drops had always given him a weird feeling, but he was a kid who’d been denied treats his whole life, and they tasted alright, so Harry had never questioned it too much. However, Harry’s doubts had come back later when he was trying to figure out the egg. How was this safe? How could Dumbledore not take his worries seriously when he was clearly doing this against his will? It wasn’t until he noticed the two remaining lemon drops sitting innocently on his dresser that Harry got a creeping suspicion. With his friends' help (mostly Hermione though), they brewed something called the “magicae revelare” potion, which was supposed to show if there were any spells placed on an object as well as the purpose of the magic. When they’d put the lemon drops in and poured a small bit over a piece of parchment, the results showed that the candies were laced with compulsion charms. 

Harry was shocked. Dumbledore used his candies, and Harry suspected other methods as well, to get people to agree with him. 

He’d taken a serious look at Dumbledore's actions through the years after that and all of his conclusions left him with broken trust and huge increase in his already healthy wariness of those in power, and adults in general. 

All of that was to say that Harry had absolutely no faith in Dumbledore’s intentions in any situation, especially regarding him and his family, so hearing his name at so many points in James' explanation had alarm bells ringing in Harry's head. If Harry was right, then all of their suffering had been engineered, not just by Voldemort but by Dumbledore as well. Harry knew that they all needed answers if they really wanted to give this family thing a try, which meant his sole focus now was on figuring out what happened to all of them back then.

When everyone landed in the pensieve, Harry was quick to help Tony stand as the other muggles got to their feet. Standing between James and Tony, he turned to Remus with all the urgency he had used to get them back in.

“Remus, start the memory. I need to see what he’s done to us.”

Harry was grateful that Remus didn’t ask what he meant, just waved his wand so the scene began.

They found themselves standing in what Harry recognized as Dumbledore’s office. The others took a moment to look around, murmuring and pointing at some of the obviously magical things and the old man wearing ridiculously bright yellow robes covered in sunbeams. After about a minute, there was a soft bell sound and Dumbledore called for someone to enter. 

A young James and Lily walked through the door. They looked a bit shocked, and both had slightly dazed looks in their eyes as they greeted the headmaster and took seats in front of his desk.

Memory-James spoke first, clearly poking lighthearted fun at his old headmaster. “Professor Dumbledore, I see you’ve got a new set of robes. Looking as spiffing as ever, I must say.”

Their old professor’s eyes crinkled as he laughed, offering the duo a genuinely mirthful thanks.

Lily smiled at the grandfatherly man. “Not that we aren’t happy to stop by, but why did you call us here, sir?”

Dumbledore nodded at the question. “I asked you here because I hear from Madam Pomphrey that some congratulations are in order, and that our dear James is carrying a child.”

Both Potters grinned and confirmed the news; they had just found out themselves about a half hour before, and they were still processing their impending parenthood. They told Dumbledore as much, and he smiled indulgently.

“Yes, it is a joy and a blessing to be granted a child. I imagine you two will be wonderful parents to your new charge.”

“Well,” the young James smirked a bit, “the three of us will be excellent parents. We had a great time making the little bugger with their other father after all.”

Harry’s nose wrinkled at that. He was almost talking under his breath when he said, “Gross.” Unfortunately, most everyone in the observing party heard him anyway. Most chuckled, Tony bumped his shoulder and smirked, and James looked over and pumped his eyebrows a couple times.

There was a clear laugh in his voice, even if the worry and anticipation that brought them here was audible underneath the humor. “We had to make you somehow, Harry.”

In the memory, Lily smacked James’ arm, but Dumbledore just laughed. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Potter. At my age, there are few things that have the power to shock me, and I find myself unsurprised that two young people as bright and caring as you have found another partner to share your heart with.”

Dumbledore continued. Now that Harry was looking for it, he could almost see the calculations in the man’s eyes as he spoke.

The headmaster leaned forward a bit, placing a tin of candies on the desk between them. “I think a treat in celebration of the news is in order, don’t you?”

Both of them took one, and Harry tensed as they swallowed them. They spent the next few minutes chatting to Dumbledore about the baby, getting excited about all the things they would teach him and all the firsts they’d get to see. James was excited for his first broom ride, his first detention, and his first prank, and Lily was excited to send him off to school, to teach him to read, and to have a little one around for holidays. Harry was a bit overwhelmed by how excited they were. It was so far from everything he remembered about his childhood, and he allowed himself to get lost in their imaginings with them. When they mentioned how much Tony would love the baby (who had squeezed Harry’s hand a bit at the inclusion), Dumbledore cut in, and Harry refocused.

“Am I to understand that this Tony is the child’s other father?” Dumbledore’s indulgent mentor facade mostly hid the sharp inquisitive tone, but the group was waiting for it now, and Harry knew all of them saw it for the interrogation it was.

James and Lily both blushed a bit at the question, but James was shameless as he grinned and nodded. “Yes, we met him in New York during our assignment with the aurors there. He was charming, and we grew to care for him quite a bit.” He hesitated slightly, but Dumbledore just smiled kindly. “You don’t seem too surprised by that.”

Dumbledore chuckled a bit. “Well, my boy, you two did seem quite reluctant to return home after the aurors in America refused to lend aid. I can only imagine that the man you found yourself attached to was quite something to catch your eye.”

Both James and Lily got a bit of a soft, sappy sort of look in their eyes at that, and they agreed heartily. Tony was clearly emotional beside him, but it seems Harry’s emotional stunting was at least a bit hereditary, because Tony pointedly looked at the memory ahead of them and cleared his throat when Clint nudged him and grinned.

In the memory, Dumbledore sobered significantly as he addressed the young Potters. Harry guessed it had been ten minutes or so since they had eaten the lemon drops, and he leaned forward attentively to see how Dumbledore would play this.

The older man sighed before speaking, the perfect picture of hesitant regret. “James, Lily, I know it will be difficult to hear this, and I would not suggest it if I saw an alternative, but I believe that it’s best that you not inform your Tony about this development just yet.”

Both new parents reacted strongly. James physically pulled back from Dumbledore, his mouth open and looking horrified at the very suggestion. Lily’s brow had furrowed, an agitated confusion taking over her features as she spoke. “Why on earth would that be a good idea, Professor? I can’t even imagine how hurt Tony would be if he found out we’d kept such huge news from him.”

Harry felt more than heard the wince James made at that beside him; Tony gave James a tight glance before turning his eyes back to the conversation. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt about standing in between them now that the tension was almost a physical presence in the air.

Dumbledore gave a perfect performance of an aggrieved bearer of tragic tidings. “I understand your misgivings with the notion, but there is something you both must hear. It is the reason that Madam Pomphrey saw fit to inform me about this lovely surprise.”

Both Potters still looked irritated, but of course gave their esteemed professor and leader the benefit of the doubt. Their previous joy fled in the face of Dumbledore’s news; a prophecy about Voldemort’s downfall had been made, and based on the progress of James’ pregnancy, there was a very high chance that their child had already been marked as the future defeater of the worst dark wizard in history.

Harry just breathed, in and out as Dumbledore informed his parents of his doom. The others listened carefully to the wording of the prophecy, but all of them stole glances at him when he didn’t react. It was Natasha who stated what they were thinking. 

“You knew.”

Harry only nodded. He couldn’t think about hearing the prophecy for the first time without also getting lost in the painful memories of Sirius dying, so he firmly planted himself in the moment by counting his breaths and waiting for the conversation in front of him to shift. It helped when he felt James rub back and forth across his shoulder blades and Tony grabbed his hand. Both were hesitant at first, but when Harry welcomed their touches they melted into the contact.

Dumbledore gave the Potters some time to process, watching them with sorrow in his eyes as they cried and held each other. Once they had settled slightly, Dumbledore began explaining why he believed that Tony should be left uninformed. In the same sorrowful tone, he suggested that even with all his wealth, weapons, and inventions, Tony was a muggle unable to defend himself magically, and therefore more of a liability than a help in protecting the baby.

Harry could feel Tony’s tension at the argument, and if he had to guess, he would have said that Tony was afraid that they’d agree. He’d immediately relaxed a bit, squeezing Harry’s hand when both James and Lily had vehemently denied Dumbledore’s assumption. They all but yelled at him, saying Tony was absolutely brilliant and even if he wasn’t magic he would be able to help them plan and come up with creative solutions to save their child.

“Of course I’d keep you all safe. Just let me help you.” Tony didn’t seem to realize he’d spoken aloud, no matter how softly, but Harry definitely noticed the slight flinch from James at the words, like they were a physical blow.

Dumbledore seemed to realize that he wouldn’t convince them that they were wrong to place their trust in Tony’s abilities to protect Harry, so he instead made them fear for the man’s own safety. Surely, he argued, a man as committed as they say would throw himself into a fight regardless of his own wellbeing, and if he was targeted as a parent of the chosen one, he’d be doomed.

Tony’s agitation came back as the overwhelmed new parents seemed to lose all of their fight, suddenly and completely giving in to Dumbledore’s logic. As they agreed to inform Tony once Voldemort had been neutralized or they found a way to keep him safe, Tony’s body language grew more and more desperate and angry, while the elder version of James’ became more and more astounded at the flawed logic he’d agreed to. Harry was too focused on Dumbledore's hands to pay them much mind though. He was sure that the two spies had also seen the wand hidden in the headmaster’s palm below the desk just before the Potters had agreed with him, and he guessed that Dumbledore had activated the charms in some way. It was as good as proof of what Harry suspected. 

The instant Remus stopped the memory and pulled them all back into the Dursleys living room and everyone got to their feet, Tony turned to James with anger written into every line of his face. Harry, now picking up on the tense atmosphere, took an unconscious step away from both of them even if he tried to stifle the urge; he’d learned as a small child that anger meant pain, and that was a hard lesson to overcome, even if he was inclined to guess that James and Tony wouldn’t hit him.

“Are you fucking kidding me, James?” Tony thundered. The words seemed to echo around the room and James visibly winced at the pain woven through the anger in Tony’s voice. “You let that bastard convince you to sideline me when you know I could have helped to keep you all safe. I can't fucking believe you. Look at our son!” Harry startled a bit as Tony threw a wide gesture in his direction with the hand not holding Harry’s. “He's strong and brave and capable in ways he should never have been forced to be! He's had to become a fighter because none of us were there to fight for him! He's been hurt, James, even now there’s a huge fucking bruise on his face and I never even knew he needed me because you didn't fucking tell me he existed!”

There was so much happening for Harry in that moment; he was thinking through the Dumbledore situation, fighting his instinct to get away from the conflict, and trying to keep himself calm from all the overwhelming emotions of the day, but hearing Tony shout at James for being denied the opportunity to care for him … Harry knew that he’d never felt this kind of warmth in his chest before, and he wished he had time to savor it.

But right now, Harry knew he had to get between them before they said things that they didn’t mean and placed blame where it didn’t belong. He shoved the warmth aside and focused on the thoughts turning over in his head while he tried to decide how to stop the argument that was brewing. He wasn’t sure how to go about it, so he did the Gryffindor thing and just butted in.

“Tony, stop.”

Harry hadn’t even raised his voice but the effect was surprisingly immediate. Tony looked to Harry, taking a deep breath and trying to calm the obvious frustration and hurt in his expression. Harry looked him in the eye to make sure he understood what he was saying.

"This isn't his fault."

Tony’s face twisted at that. “Harry, he agreed with the brightly colored idiot back there that I shouldn’t help protect you. You don’t have to forgive him for that.”

Harry opened his mouth to refute him, but James spoke up first, his words sounding like they scratched his throat on the way out. He had to clear his throat and try speaking again. "No, Harry, he's right. I don't know what I was thinking, but I should never have kept you two apart. Looking back, it doesn't even make sense anymore."

"It doesn’t make sense because Dumbledore laces his candies with compulsion charms."

“What?” The shock on James’ face was short lived, followed by a tense sort of contemplation, and a burst of understanding that gave way to murderous rage. Tony seemed a touch lost, but he wasn’t a genius for nothing, and seemed to grasp enough that surprise, pain, and hope all flashed in his eyes.

Before he could say anything, James was yelling. "That stupid bearded bastard charmed me without my consent to keep Tony away from you?"

Harry nodded, stepping away from the men to have a bit of space to move. He needed to work this out, and he had to be moving when he really needed to think. He sort of heard the continuing cries of outrage from not only James and Tony, but also Remus and the rest of the peanut gallery. Normally he would be observing, cataloging reactions and the like, but right now he was focused on following his train of thought as he sorted through what he knew of Dumbledore and the events of fifteen years ago. 

He tugged a hand through his hair in agitation as he started pacing back and forth in the living room, the Avengers scattered around the coffee table as he claimed the open space by the doorway. James and Tony stood closest to him, though Harry wasn't really paying attention.

Harry gave in and started talking aloud, not really focused on anyone else. When he got like this, the world around Harry faded a bit, and it was mostly him, his voice, and the ground in front of him as he walked. "Okay, so I found out he uses those charmed candies during fourth year. They had a weird … aura, I suppose. I could feel the magic in them, so I had Hermione test a lemon drop for spell residue and she found the compulsion charms. He used them to get me to stop asking for ways to withdraw from the Triwizard tournament-"

"You were in that death trap of a contest!?!"

Harry barely looked up at the interruption, absently answering without pausing in his pacing. "Yeah it was a whole thing Voldemort set up to get a physical body again and kill me, I'll tell you later."

Harry plowed on right over the choked noise from James, who rushed back to Tony’s side as they both stared at Harry in shock and horror. He thinks Tony might have shouted something, and the growls from Thor were rumbling throughout the room, but Harry didn't even look up to what else was going on.

"This is all making so much sense now. Dumbledore knew you had gotten pregnant by a muggle man with enough weapons, wealth, and genius to actually help, but still kept him away, meaning he had a plan that couldn't be interfered with. Obviously, he was putting all his faith into this prophecy, and for a man as smart and knowledgeable as Dumbledore to believe it means it’s probably legit.”

Harry crossed his arms in front of him as he turned. It was just him, his rambling, and the next step.

“He probably had a couple candidates for the prophecy child to start; when James got pregnant and the timing worked out, I became one of them. So he needed me close, in case I was the one. For that, he had to get control over James and Lily. He knew that Tony, even if he was a muggle, was a genius billionaire who made weapons for a living. He must have known that with James and Lily's magical help, the three of them together would be able to hide from both him and Voldemort, leaving the prophecy potentially unfulfilled. Dumbledore is all about the greater good, so he decided that withholding the truth from one man about his son was an acceptable price for protecting a potential weapon against this genocidal madman who was, at the time, winning the war.”

Harry turned again, and ran another hand through his hair.

“He would have continued to influence you both throughout and after the pregnancy as needed to keep you where he wanted you. Once he had all his candidates in his sights, he waited. The prophecy needed Voldemort to mark one as his equal, so he must have sat back and watched for a sign. He may have even neglected to catch Pettigrew if he knew he was the spy, if he saw it as a necessary evil in fulfilling the first step of the prophecy.”

Step again. Turn around. Keep walking.

“I don’t think he planned for you and mum to die, or for Sirius to get arrested, but he's a man who maximizes opportunities. It gave him a chance to gain even more control over the now identified prophecy child. He would have erased the knowledge of my third parent from Remus and Sirius’ minds so they couldn’t interfere and tell him, and probably Madam Pomphrey as well. He thought Peter was dead so he wouldn’t need to be meddled with at all, and since Tony never knew and all the others were taken care of, there was no threat of me being whisked away. I'm left with no guardians which means that Dumbledore has power over who I live with. And when James came back as an Asgardian god begging to take his son home to the realm eternal, Dumbledore acted. If he could convince the god that his son was dead, he’d not only have a child of prophecy but a demigod of prophecy to mold as he saw fit. A perfect weapon. He must have been thrilled"

Harry’s pacing picked up speed. Step, turn, step, step.

"Now Dumbledore is a smart man, he knows that he needs a willing champion, an obedient soldier who he can manipulate into place when the time comes. He probably regrets it, since he’s the leader of the light, he does all of this for the greater good, but for the protection of all wizardkind the prophecy kid has to be on the chopping block. So he sends me somewhere that I'll be despised and mistreated so that I'll feel grateful to join the wizarding world. If I never knew kindness, then his favoritism and my new school friends would make me feel eager to protect the only ones who cared for me. If I was beaten and starved at home, I would be desperate to maintain and defend my safe haven. If I had nothing to my name and no way to provide for myself, then I would be amazed by small kindnesses and be humble in my wants and needs. If I was emotionally and verbally abused and bullied, then I’d be unsurprised by the vitriol and manipulations of the enemy and the press amongst wizards.”

Step step turn step step step.

“So, really, he had to know I was being physically, verbally, and emotionally abused and neglected. I mean, my first Hogwarts letter was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs, what bigger red flag is there? It clearly served a purpose in his mind. Dumbledore would have allowed the abuse, probably regretted the necessity of it but he would have been able to sleep at night because what was one boy’s suffering compared to the lives of a whole population? He would have seen the mistreatment as a way to make sure I have a high pain tolerance, a skewed idea of acceptable bodily harm, a lack of arrogance and a strong sense of justice. The hallmarks of a tragic hero.”

Step turn step step step.

“Then I show up. I’m just what he expected; eager to please, desperate for any scrap of kindness, and used to dealing with problems on my own. He starts to test me. The first year is a bit simpler. There’s a very weak Voldemort who is tempted into the castle by the promise of eternal life from the philosopher’s stone. I find enough clues to piece together what it is and that it's in danger. I ask one adult for help but I'm brushed aside, so I take matters into my own hands. Me and my friends save the stone, I kill a man in self defense in the process, and Dumbledore is pleased. I’ve proven I’ll take drastic action and jump to defend. Second year, a dangerous artifact find its way to the school, allowing a monster out that puts students in danger, I’m blamed because I have a rare, so called “dark” ability to speak to snakes, and I learn that associating with the dark means I lose my safe place. I find more clues to figure out what’s hunting in the school, and when I track it down I kill both the basilisk and the diary containing a shade off Voldemort. I save everyone again, and Dumbledore is that much closer to training his champion.”

Stepturnstepstep.

“Third year was a setback I think, he couldn’t have wanted Sirius to escape from Azkaban but in the end I mastered the patronus charm and fend off hundred dementors before they can suck out my or Sirius’ soul; Sirius isn’t declared innocent so I stay where Dumbledore put me, and he sees the first evidence of my supposedly inflated magical power. Fourth year, He doesn’t intervene when I’m forced into a competition for students years older that has a death toll; I perform well enough in all the tasks but I start questioning him so he uses compelling magic to get me back in line. I fail to prevent Voldemort from killing a student in front of me and being reborn in a new body. So, the threat Dumbledore has been preparing for is more urgent but I’ve also been given a much more intimate understanding of the enemy and a deeper need to see him taken down after he tortured me and killed my classmate.”

Stepstepstepturnstepstep.

 “And finally, fifth year, I’m being vilified by the government and the national wizarding news for making people aware that Voldemort is back. Dumbledore saves me from expulsion but doesn't acknowledge me all year and allows me to be tortured by a ministry official. He knows I’ve started training an illegal student army and allows me to continue without repercussions. I find out I have some sort of mental connection with Voldemort and I can see into his mind, which is why Dumbledore stays away, he cant have Voldemort taking over his weapons brain to try and kill him. I get drawn into a trap that gets Sirius killed and I get possessed but I force him out with the power of love. So Dumbledore is assured I have both the magical power and personal characteristics required to take the enemy down, he gets rid of the complication that is Sirius, and shows me that without his attention I can’t be assured of my safety even at school so I should do what I can to stay in his good graces. He chooses that night to inform me that I’m destined to kill Voldemort or be killed by him.”

Stepturnstepstep.

“Maybe he was hoping to break me with the news, because he did it the same night my godfather died in front of me before sending me back here to be beaten again, and no one around to help me process all of it. But he can’t want me broken, he needs me to still have a will to fight, so he must just want me hidden for now. And learning the prophecy then must have been a way of building on the motivation I got from the pain of Sirius’ death. He was probably trying to validate any craving I might have for justice or to end the threat to my loved ones. Like, it was right of me to avenge them all because the prophecy was some kind of proof that it's my destiny.”

“So now he has a trained champion to point toward the enemy. There must be something missing though, or he would have started already, some information I need to finish him off. All that's left is figuring out what else I need to know to kill Voldemort and how he convinced the god of lies that he was honest when he said I’d died, since I don’t think the compulsion charms would work on Loki when he was back to full power.”

Harry was satisfied, and kind of relieved. This whole Dumbledore thing had been bothering him in the back of his mind for a while now, but he didn’t have enough information to figure out his motivations once he started getting suspicious in fourth year. Now that he’s sorted it out, there’s a load off his mind even if its another fucking disappointment of a role model.

Harry stops pacing and shakes his head, coming back to himself a bit so that he can ask James about the night he learned that Harry had “died”. He turns to look for him and-

The entire group is looking straight at him. The agents have pained but grudgingly impressed expressions. Natasha and Clint look murderous, already holding weapons. Thor, Bruce and Steve are clearly horrified. Remus seems like he may break down sobbing at any moment.

Tony and James both look utterly destroyed.

“Shit.”