"Do you need it?"
Katelyle gazed at Remus Lupin, a hint of amusement in his expression.
If he remembered correctly, Remus Lupin's life had been filled with tragedies. Until now, he had lived in a daze, drifting from place to place and silently enduring his pain.
Katelyle could not help wondering: if Remus were given another chance to become human, what choice would he make?
Perhaps he would hesitate.
If he chose to become a healthy, ordinary person, he might never have formed such life-and-death bonds with James and Sirius.
And friends were the most important thing in Remus's life. It was precisely because of his Werewolf identity that he understood this so deeply.
His longing for friendship and love therefore far surpassed that of ordinary people.
When Remus was very young, a conflict between his father and a Werewolf had resulted in him being bitten. From then on, others treated him like a plague, and he had been isolated throughout his childhood.
His family had not even expected him to have a chance to attend school, as though he were covered in AIDS, hepatitis, and Ebola viruses.
Yet he had done nothing wrong, and still he had been burdened with such a miserable fate for his entire tragic life.
When no school would accept him, Dumbledore took in the lonely, pitiful child and brought him to Hogwarts after taking certain precautions.
Because of his condition, Remus had no friends.
At Hogwarts, he met James Potter and Sirius Black, the friends he would cherish for the rest of his life.
To win their friendship and affection, Remus carefully tried to please them at every turn. Whenever Prongs and Padfoot got up to no good, Remus, as Gryffindor prefect, never dared rein them in, until in the end the authorities and