[Unfortunately it'd take a lot more than just the war ending for him to not be afraid of this. It'd take the impossible; a cure. A real cure. And none of them can provide that. He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't turn back even when a hand touches his cheek.
He wants to believe Sirius' words, he really does, but is a future filled with that much pain really worth it? And even if the baby is fine, having a werewolf for a parent isn't safe at all. Either they'd have to keep moving like Remus' parents did to keep his secret or he'd open the child and his partners up to the hatred and vitriol that was so often spat at his kind. Isn't it enough that he has to bare that? Dragging them into it isn't what he wants.
He opens his eyes again, but still doesn't meet Sirius' gaze.]
I'm terrified, Sirius. I can't shake the feeling that-- that if it's mine, it will inherit it. I just know it will.
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He wants to believe Sirius' words, he really does, but is a future filled with that much pain really worth it? And even if the baby is fine, having a werewolf for a parent isn't safe at all. Either they'd have to keep moving like Remus' parents did to keep his secret or he'd open the child and his partners up to the hatred and vitriol that was so often spat at his kind. Isn't it enough that he has to bare that? Dragging them into it isn't what he wants.
He opens his eyes again, but still doesn't meet Sirius' gaze.]
I'm terrified, Sirius. I can't shake the feeling that-- that if it's mine, it will inherit it. I just know it will.