Remus

Who was you-know-who?

Had Lyle Lupin hated his son that much?

Remus had already known that his father had killed himself because he'd been bitten.

He had always assumed that Lyle had been motivated by guilt, but now, well, had Remus been wrong?

What if the real reason had been hatred, or even worse, shame?

For the past three years, Remus had been working hard at school, using his father's wand and taking the subjects his father might have taken.

He didn't think about Lyle all the time, but in the back of his mind, it had still meant something.

Since the Christmas party, he wasn't so sure anymore.

Ferex had said, know thyself, but Remus was failing to see the wisdom in that now.

He'd been much happier not knowing.

These dark thoughts were interrupted by a quiet tapping at the carriage door.

Marlene poked her head around.

"'Hi, Emmett Kinnan,' James grinned.

"'Evan's with you?'

"'Um, no,' she squeaked, fiddling with her hair nervously.

"'Sirius, can I talk to you?'

"'Me?'

Sirius sat up, looking confused.

"'Uh, what is it?'

Mary, um, Mary asked me to tell you something.