by Kenovay
Harry didn't even bother to nod. Remus knew the answer to that question. "I just feel so� fuck, I feel useless, Remus. I thought after the War ended, that would be it, you know? Not� not this." Not this creeping disease that's slowly killing Ron right in front of me. Some Muggle disease. "Maybe Voldemort was right."
Remus' hand tightened, the only sign that he was startled. "About what?"
"About Muggles and wizards. Fuck it, Remus, if we were segregated Ron wouldn't have this disease."
"If we were segregated, Ron would be a pariah by now and would have died much sooner, surrounded by misery," Remus said evenly. "If we were segregated, the Ministry wouldn't have been able to ask the Government how to control this disease, now that it appears to have mutated in such a way as to be able to affect wizard's immune systems as well. If we were segregated, Ron would have died much sooner. He baffled the medi-wizards, remember? Until that Muggle-born told them what it was, they were entirely stuck."
"I just� it's Ron, Remus." Harry turned his head against Remus and felt the thin hands sifting gently through his hair.
"He's not dead yet." Harry felt Remus drop a gentle kiss onto his head. " And the medi-wizards are working hard."
"Don't." Harry pulled away and looked up. "Don't try to give me hope. It's too painful to lose it again. He's going to die." And then, needing some affirmation from Remus that neither of them was dead yet, he pulled the werewolf's head down into a bruising kiss, a hard clashing of teeth. Remus submitted, waited patiently, slowly gentled the kiss until Harry was shivering. "I'm so glad we're both safe," he whispered when he pulled his mouth away, and immediately felt dirty for saying it.
But Remus understood. He stroked Harry's hair. "We are both safe, and we'll stay safe. I love you."
"I love you too."
