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For Remus, there was one drawback to being a prefect. During the full moon, he couldn't patrol the corridors like the others. That was why he was confused when he was chosen to be prefect. Dumbledore knew he was a werewolf. He took a lot of convincing. Convincing from me, from James and Sirius, from Dumbledore. He was a wonderful student, all the teachers liked him (except, of course, when he was pulling pranks). He was a good friend and a good person. Besides, people would have found it odd if he wasn't a chosen.
Remus and I realized that the Slytherin prefects were actually jealous of him. He got out of prefect duties once a month. They though it was unfair. Of course, most of the Slytherins (including all of the prefects) ended up becoming Death Eaters. I think a lot of them figured out he was a werewolf.
The nights Remus and I walked around the school were the nights we talked. At the end of fourth year and the beginning of fifth, I knew something was going on between Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter. About two months into fifth year, it seemed to get better. No matter how much I questioned him, Remus would never tell me what was happening. I had my assumptions and thought I had figured it out during sixth year. At the end of seventh year, after James and I had been dating for a while, I got him to tell me what happened. That's when I knew I was right when I guessed that they were animagus.
A while after we graduated, James showed me his stag form. Sirius showed me his once James and I were engaged. I don't remember when Peter showed me. It was after I was married, but it seemed insignificant compared to the recent deaths of some our friends from Hogwarts.
Even though at the time I hated James and Sirius, I admired them for being so loyal to Remus. At first, I said they would have been better in Hufflepuff; then I realized the bravery it would take to become an animagus and go near your werewolf friend during the full moon.
I didn't realize how much our late night talks meant to Remus. I knew they helped but I didn't know how much they meant until years later. He seemed happier after we talked; it was a chance for him to get things off of his chest. He didn't have to worry about somebody judging him. It was only me listening and I had no intentions of judging him or of telling anyone else. The only people I could consider telling were my parents and Petunia, but I couldn't even tell them. My parents would be worried that I was friends with a werewolf. They were already worried about me being off at a magic school for most of the year, if they knew what Remus was, I would never be aloud back. They didn't know any better. And of course, Petunia would think I was even more of a freak. I didn't want to give her another reason to hate me.
That meant I could only talk about things with Remus, and of course he was the one telling me his problems, so it didn't work out as well as I wish it could have. Looking back, I realized how big of a burden his secret was. I desperately wanted to do something, but what could I do? I didn't always have the best advice. And he would never forgive me if I told someone. But even though it was bad for me, it was much worse for Remus. And that never made me feel better. It always made me feel much worse. He was just a kind boy who had a horrible curse that wasn't his fault. He didn't choose to be a werewolf. It hurt to know how much he wanted his life to be normal.