Robert thought a moment. "Accio," he called, and Remus's journal sprang forth from the house to his hand. He opened it to the last pages and read it. On one of the very last pages, he found a letter that brought a smile to his face.
"Khaat," he said, "he wrote this letter to your children. And he would have written it to Teddy if he had known about him then. Read this--to everyone." He handed the book to her.
She looked at the page. "I haven't gotten this far," she said.
"Just read it."
"My Dear Child," she began. "As I sit here by the campfire light tonight and look up at the stars, I think of your children. I can only hope that I get to see them and hold them and help raise them up to be fine young men and women who understand what is important in life and what is not. But if that doesn't happen, I know that you and Brian do know. You will tell them. Khaat, I know the fear of your genetics that run in your vein. I am responsible for that and I do apologize with all my heart.
But know this--Without pain, you will never know pleasure. Without grief, you will never truly know joy. Within every man lays a monster, whether he grows fur and fangs or not. Do not let your children dread. Teach them how to enjoy ever moment they live. The monster inside me has no conscience, He is purely animalistic and he is truly dangerous and murderous. But--my dear darling child, that is not my sum total, and you know that. The potion keeps him buried. If your children inherit my curse, teach them well. Teach them that it does not make them any less human or any less loved. Teach them to merely take their wolfsbane just as if its is a part of their life that is as natural as breathing. Then they shall live a normal life without fear of the moonlight. They can hold their children under a campfire, looking at the moon and the stars like I did with you and Brian. Oh, Khaat, don't grieve or fear for the curse. With the potion, it is such a small worry, that, as a parent, you need to be putting your attentions elsewhere. In loving them, and in teachin them what's important and teaching them how to love. Let them know how truly human they are."
She continued to read, and he had written a section to his "grandchildren." Khaat's unborn children. He explained the curse to them in simple terms, and it was filled with so much love and so much normaliziing, that it so moved Khaat that she could not finish reading because of the tears running down her cheeks. Brian took the book and finished reading it out loud.
"I dont think anyone will ever write that in any way that woould improve upon it," Robert said softly. "I will get that reprinted and framed for every one of the kids. They need to have that to cling to."
"Do it for their parents as well," Kate said. "I will make a stained glass frame for them."
"Thank you, Kate," Robert smiled.