“fear makes people do terrible things”, remus said.

he remembered the tale of the boy who was so small and so lost and never saw anything like hogwarts and felt like he could never fit in

he remembered the tale of the boy who walked close to the walls because he didnt want the bullies to see him

he remembered the tale of the boy who couldnt believe that potter and black could even look at him because he was the opposite of them

he remembered the tale of the boy who took every sign of kindness as pity

he remembered the tale of the boy who smiled when he wanted to yell because surely if he told his friends he didnt like them mocking him they would leave him

he remembered the tale of the boy who had a kind soul and knew how to put the passion of his friends into concrete actions

he remembered the tale of the boy who was too quiet for his own good and that no one but his best friends really knew

he remembered the tale of the boy who everyone assumed was silly and useless and only had friends because they pityied him

he remembered the tale of the boy who never knew how to stand up for himself

he remembered the tale of the boy who adored his friends so much he thought they were perfect, so busy seeing their good sides he forgot to see his own

he remembered the tale of the boy who felt alone and yet was scared to ask for attention

he remembered the tale of the boy who got caught up in something bigger than him that he didnt even understand, because his friends asked him too

he remembered the tale of the boy who saw all of these friends shattering in pieces because of the war

he remembered the tale of the boy who was offered safety in a world of uncertitudes

he remembered the tale of the boy who was just so scared

he remembered the tale of the boy who just wanted to live

he remembered the tale of the boy that everyone forgot

he remembered the tale of peter pettigtrew