Summer after second year, Lily's pov
It was late at night but my father's coughing was keeping me up so I thought I'd distract myself. I was already past half way of my Defence Against the Dark Arts book and I'd only had my books a week. I mean it couldn't hurt to keep up to date with magic stuff before going back to school.
I couldn't help but smile when I read about bogarts despite how creepy they were. This is my favourite part of reading all this. Being reminded of friends and getting new questions to ask once I go back to school. I couldn't believe I was going in to my third year already. It was even better to know I was going to be spending some weekends at home, finally. It had felt so right being home for summer. Smiling to myself even while listening to Dad's coughs to see if he needed any help I turned the page.
Werewolves. Werewolves? Why are so many things I thought were myths real? Why isn't there a big longlist of muggle things that are actually real given to us muggle borns on our first day. God so far I'd found out about fairies, unicorns and pixies. Now werewolves! I had to admit my favourite was unicorns, me and Petunia had been pretty obsessed with them growing up. Not that she cared when I told her.
The chapter had been so interesting as I read about how many of the thigs that were in muggle stories were true. The monthly cycle was the key thing. There was something on my mind as I read something I couldn't quite place. I'd never heard about how powered silver and dittany. I sat learning the differences between wolves and werewolves hoping it would help. I could honestly say I'd never prepared for a class as much as I already had. I push my quill behind my ear unable to turn away from the pages.
Monthly cycles…how hard the transformation is…werewolves. Something was familiar, something I'd heard before. No, not heard. Something I said.
Then it hit me. I'd said I thought Remus was a werewolf. I was joking, of course, I had no idea they were real. He must have been so offended. I held my head in my hands. I remember that he froze he must have been so insulted. He was. Oh God how do I apologise for that?
But it wasn't just the guilt on my mind right now. Everything I said was still true. Remus came back with cuts and scars limping or bandaged up every time. It was odd because there wasn't much Madame Pomfrey couldn't fix up with next to no visible marks. I wonder why it's different for Remus? Has he hurt himself? The book makes it clear that they are hard to treat what with the ways to save them.
What are the chances Dumbledore would actually let him in if he was a werewolf? I wondered to myself. I could feel myself trying to convince myself I was wrong like I hadn't down right insulted a werewolf.
Despite myself deep down I knew he was and couldn't shake the feeling. Nibbling at my lip I stare at the page kind of hoping for a simple answer without having to contact Remus. It breaks my heart to think he has to go through this. Maybe have to go through this.
Damn I was a bad friend. Calling a werewolf a werewolf as a joke. In that moment I decided I'd do whatever I could to help him and make things easier for him without pushing him. Without making Remus tell me. Weather he's a werewolf or not, he kept missing school and that was one thing I could help with.
I guess it made it obvious why he couldn't talk to me properly about what was going on with my Dad. I really thought he'd be able to relate more. It wasn't like he wasn't there for me but still. I felt guilty he even had to make that lie up on top of everything. I sighed and turned the page trying to put it to the back of my mind.
