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Remus slumped down onto the floor. He reread the letter, surprised at what it read.
Dear Remus.
Please may you come home over the Easter Holidays? I would really like to see you again. I know its only mid march, but I thought asking you earlier would be kinder. Remus, please consider coming home. Anyway, send me your reply soon,
from mum.
Remus took shuddering breaths. He didn't want to go home, it would mean putting up with his fathers cold attitude. Away from home he could almost pretend he wasn't a monster, he was just an ordinary, young, innocent boy.
But no. his mother requested him home. Home, where his father would treat him like an animal.
He could stay here. Stay at Hogwarts, disobey his mothers request. She wouldn't mind. Not really. At least, she would say she didn't mind. But, Remus knew she would mind really, she would be hurt.
Either Remus or his mother was going to have an unhappy Easter. Remus sighed. He already knew he would do the right thing by his mother. He opened his book. Perhaps it would agree with him, coax him into making the right choice.
Sometimes, one must choose between denying oneself something, or denying it to others. Some people say you should be true to yourself. Others say it is better to give, denying yourself for the sake of those around you.
It is better, is it not, for moderation. A careful balance of scales. Do not be selfish, for that is harmful. But it is also harmful to live your life sacrificing everything for someone. Many werewolves fail to walk along the line, instead either being only interested in themselves. Or they try to be perfect, good examples that no one could hate. Werewolves are not perfect. We do not need to deny ourselves everything in order to be treated right.
Remus shut his book. That hadn't helped really. He sighed, and got out his pen, and began to write to his mother.
Dear mum,
I would be delighted to come home for Easter. I love you lots.
From Remus.
Remus smiled slightly. It would be fine. He whistled to his owl, and it flew to him. "Loki," Remus had named his owl after the Viking god. "take this letter home. To my mum, Ms Hope Lupin." he said.
He watched as the owl flew away, disappearing over the mountains, growing smaller and smaller until he could no longer see it.