Remus nodded at Fred and George who were currently being given instructions on how to clean the outside walls of the house. For once they weren't joking around or trading, probably because of the main look on their mother's face. Even they weren't that stupid.

They gave a sigh of relief when Molly turned to him.

"Harry's upstairs, Remus," she said distractedly. "Now, boys, don't do the windows. It's a completely different technique and it's best to do them last because you'll probably spray dirt on them."

"Thank you, Molly," Remus replied although she probably didn't hear him.

He decided that the best course of action was for him to go inside, lest he be given a job to do. He wouldn't put it past Molly.

Even though he and everyone else had tried to pry information out of Hermione, Remus felt like he also had a duty to do so with Harry. Not that he thought that Harry was the most likely to give anything up - no, out of the three of them he would have said Hermione would have been the easiest (not that it was necessarily easy to get information from but she would be the easiest). But it was sort of unfair to interrogate his friends and not do so to him as well. And, to be honest, he was really, really curious about what Albus had left them. As was everyone. What could he have left undone that three still teenagers had to do?

Though they were definitely highly capable ones and had been through far more than most, they were still teenagers and surely needed some guidance? Definitely not outright help but even a little bit of support would sooth everyone's worries.

"Where's Harry?" He asked Ginny who was levitating a rather big plant.

"Ge went upstairs to his and Ron's room," she said, trying to look around the plant. "Could you-?"

He held the door open for her so she could get outside. A flick of his wand ensured the outside door was opened as well.

"Thank you!"

Shaking his head, Remus couldn't help but smile as he made his way up the stairs. Organised chaos. He loved it. Especially since he wasn't involved.

He rapped on Ron's door. "Hello?"

"Come in," came Harry's voice.

"Hey, Harry," Remus greeted, opening the door and leaning on the frame.

Harry immediately got a suspicious look on his face. He probably had already been warned about this by Ron and Hermione. Or he had already been interrogated by Molly. Well, it was still worth a shot. Remus liked to think that he was a little less... abrasive than Molly.

"Hey."

"Manage to escape the wedding preparations?"

That was a genuine question even though he was using 9t as a leading one. Remus was quite frankly baffled at the amount of preparation that was going on in the Burrow at the moment. Surely weddings didn't need this much preparation? Not that he could talk considering that his wedding didn't exactly amount to much in comparison. But still. He was pretty sure he had seen Molly off to go clean put the attic. She'd be asking someone to go a polish the ghoul at this point!

"Something like that," Harry said with a grin. "I forgot," he made air quotes here, "to bring my washing down so I said I'd get it now."

Remus looked around pointedly and couldn't help but chuckle. Hearty have him a sheepish look. For good reason too because not only was his washing not downstairs it was very obviously not in a pile either which meant it would take him longer to sort it all out Harry was ingenious there was no doubt about that.

It was also rather useful for him; Harry would be here for a while.

"Oh, just ask, Remus," Harry said with a sigh as he reached under Ron's bed for a sock.

"Ask?"

That earned him an exasperated look.

"Yes, ask me."

"Ask you what?" Remus stalled.

He still wasn't sure how to go about this. He didn't want to come off as demanding or overly persistent. That was just more likely to push him away. He'd seen that happen with Ron and his mother. It was Arthur and Bill who did the whole ghoul thing with him, which was incredibly clever.

He just... he just wanted to help. It felt wrong having people who were barely adults have to do something for Albus without even knowing what it was. What if it was dangerous and none of them knew how to help? What if they disappeared? None of those scenarios Remus could bear thinking about.

"Ask me what you've already asked Ron and Hermione. What everyone wants to ask us."

"Well, it depends."

Harry deepened his susp8cious look. "Depends on what?"

"It depends on whether or not your answer is going to be any different than theirs."

"It's not," he said immediately.

Of course, it wasn't going to be. Harry was the most stubborn of the three (impressively since they were all incredibly stubborn).

"Why?" Remus asked simply, being careful to keep his voice even.

"Because it's a job I wasn't to tell anyone else about except Ron and Hermione. Just us three."

"Surely it would make more sense to-"

"Dumbledore told me it was okay to tell Ron and Hermione." Harry said firmly. "Not Ron, Hermione and anyone else I chose."

He looked so much like an adult when he said that. Well, yes, he was an adult but he seemed to age several years as he said that. He really was no longer a schoolboy, was he? Remus sighed heavily suddenly feeling very, very old.

He couldn't force Harry to tell him, nor did he want to. Albus obviously had his reasons for giving them this task. He must have thought them capable. They were capable people. They were.

Remus wasn't doubting them, he wasn't. He really wasn't. And he supported them. That's what he wanted to do. Support them. Be there for them. Everyone needed someone in their corner, didn't they?

But they were adamant. They weren't going to go back on their word to Dumbledore and, to be honest, Remus didn't expect them to. They gave their word and they were keeping it. He could respect that. He did respect that.

"Okay."

Harry blinked at him. "Okay?"

"Okay," Remus agreed with a nod. "You're right. Albus gave you, like he gave many of us, your orders. Your plan. I should respect that."

"Yeah. You should."

Somehow Remus knew that that comment wasn't just directed at him.

"Then I won't pry any further."

It was then that Harry's shoulders slumped in relief. Poor him. He had probably been expecting a full-on attack of some sort. No. Remus wouldn't do that.

A lot more cheerfully, Harry made a pile of his washing, a mish-mash of socks, underwear and, inexplicably, a woolly jumper. He shoved his arms under it and heaved it up.

"But Harry?"

Harry peered over the pile of clothes in his arms. "Yeah, Remus?"

"Just remember that I'm here for you, yeah?"

He was always going to be here for him. That would never change.

That got him a genuine smile. "I know."