"I wanted to know about death," says quite firmly, in a manner very different from the shaky tone he'd been using earlier. "I messed up, you see. We knew one of our group of friends was working for Voldemort, but I was stupid enough to think it was Remus. If you've ever met him, you'd know how ridiculous this was. My only excuse is that I let myself be convinced by Peter, who was the real spy. I underestimated him and I got scared, because Remus is-- I just couldn't trust myself not to simply reveal everything to him. Because of me, James and his wife died. I need to know that they're someplace good, because I've died once before and I could never forgive myself if I sent them where I went." He shuddered visibly.
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:49 pm (UTC)