Up to No Good
I know it's not right, but nobody's perfect
Alone in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, he rehearsed the answers to their endless questions. It was too easy to slip, to give an answer that would not hold up under further scrutiny. But he couldn't afford to lose these friends, not after he'd been through so much, worked so hard to make his parents proud and ensure the kind headmaster didn't regret his decision …
Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself.
Yes, it really is my mother I go to see every month; why do you ask?
It was easier, after all, to hide instead of coming clean about who he was, though he was sure they already suspected.
Dear Mum, I've got these three friends at Hogwarts, and I think they're about to find out …
The right thing, the usual thing, would be to ditch them, to distance himself so he could keep his identity secret for as long as he possibly could. Making friends had been a mistake, but such a temptation – the promise of lasting companionship – could not be resisted for long.
He didn't know what to do.
He knew that he wasn't brave like them. He never realised that being a werewolf, making the dangerous transformation every month and continuing to survive in the face of bigotry and narrow-mindedness, took a different kind of bravery.
And so, when they teased and bullied other students, he let it slide. Too afraid of losing his friends to stand up to them, he put his head down and refused to interfere, hoping they would grow out of it soon. He may not have betrayed them in the end, but he was sure that his crime was just as heinous. Surely, if he'd tried, he could have stopped the daredevil behaviour before it was too late.
In the end, I am nervous and I'm only a kid