Over the weekend, Remus took Stella shopping for school supplies. They could've had one of the house elves pick them up, but Dumbledore had thought it would be good for Stella to get out of the castle for a while ans Remus knew it would be good for bonding. The witch at the counter even asked if she was Remus' daughter. They both laughed it off. She was young enough to be his daughter and they were close despite having just met, but they looked nothing alike.
That night Remus thought about what the witch had said. He could definitely see a father-daughter relationship flourishing. He had no romantic interests in her and they were already past the acquaintance stage. So the next logical step would be friendship, which he hoped would then evolve into a paternal-filial relationship.
To be honest, Remus was ecstatic about the prospect. Ever since he contracted lycanthropy, he ruled out marriage and a family of his own. He could never in good conscience pass his condition onto an innocent child. Remembering the rejection from society and the suffering he went through every month, he decided he would never risk handing it down. When he was younger, getting married and having a family didn't really matter. But when he became friends with James, that began to change. James and Lily were so eager to get married and have a family that they started a burning desire in Remus also. It was one of those things that makes you want it more when you know you can't have it.
So, to curb the inability to have his own children, he decided to settle for teaching the children of others. After he received his teaching degree, which took quite a while because of his condition, he applied to the only place that would even consider letting a werewolf be an educator: Hogwarts. Dumbledore easily accepted him and gave him the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Now, Remus had the opportunity to really form a close relationship with someone in need of a parental figure. Sure, he had Harry to watch over, but Harry had his aunt and uncle, as unfriendly as they may have been, and the Weasleys.
Stella was different; Stella had no one.
Her foster parents hadn't even fostered a proper relationship with her. Obviously, she was pining for a parental figure, and Remus was more than happy to fill in the need.
Recalling his discussion with her earlier, he decided that a talk with Dumbledore was in order. Remus was willing to bet twenty galleons that the old wizard had all the answers to his questions. Getting up from his armchair by the fire, he went directly to the Headmaster's office. After entering into the space, cluttered with trinkets and baubles, he found Dumbledore sitting at his desk.
"Remus! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" the elder wizard greeted warmly.
"I just have a few questions," Remus replied, taking the seat across from the desk. "and I'm quite sure you have the answers."
"Lemon drop?" asked Dumbledore as he reached for one himself. Remus politely declined, his tastes more inclined toward Honeyduke's chocolate.
"So, what is it that you hope to gain from my knowledge?"
"I'm here to discuss Stella," he said directly. The Headmaster's brow furrowed slightly.
"What would you like to know?" he inquired as he leaned back into his chair.
"Everything."
That night Remus returned to his chambers more confused than when he had left them.
Eh, I'm not so pleased with this chapter, but it was sorta necessary. Will update soon hopefully...