Acts of Kindness (locked to muses that know his wizard/werewolf status)
The act of kindness that comes to mind would be Albus Dumbledore hiring me to teach DADA.
He must have been desperate, that's true. But he could have found someone else. I know part of the reason he did it was because of Sirius, of our history, and he knew I would go out of my way to help and protect Harry from him.
But still, he could have found someone else.
Kindness played a big role. That he knew I was in a bad place, and he wanted to help. One might ask, then, why he didn't help me sooner? That's simple. He knew me well. Well enough to know that I would smell charity a mile away, and not accept the job. But the combination of his desperation, and of my own worry for Harry, once I heard Sirius had escaped...Well. I could hardly refuse, then, could I?
In fact, his letting me into Hogwarts when I was a child was also an act of kindness. He went out on a limb for me. He made special arrangements. He took pity on me, and allowed me to become a trained wizard. The only werewolf I know of with a formal magical education. Not that it really helped me when it came to making a living in those lean years, but still. I knew I could be more than someone living on the fringes of society. I knew I was worthwhile. I knew that because of Albus. He taught me that, and that was more important than the education was: Just knowing that I wasn't worthless because of what I am.
Albus made some bad decisions. Decisions I didn't agree with. But he was a kind man at the heart of it, the best man I've ever known. I owe him my life, in a very literal way.
He must have been desperate, that's true. But he could have found someone else. I know part of the reason he did it was because of Sirius, of our history, and he knew I would go out of my way to help and protect Harry from him.
But still, he could have found someone else.
Kindness played a big role. That he knew I was in a bad place, and he wanted to help. One might ask, then, why he didn't help me sooner? That's simple. He knew me well. Well enough to know that I would smell charity a mile away, and not accept the job. But the combination of his desperation, and of my own worry for Harry, once I heard Sirius had escaped...Well. I could hardly refuse, then, could I?
In fact, his letting me into Hogwarts when I was a child was also an act of kindness. He went out on a limb for me. He made special arrangements. He took pity on me, and allowed me to become a trained wizard. The only werewolf I know of with a formal magical education. Not that it really helped me when it came to making a living in those lean years, but still. I knew I could be more than someone living on the fringes of society. I knew I was worthwhile. I knew that because of Albus. He taught me that, and that was more important than the education was: Just knowing that I wasn't worthless because of what I am.
Albus made some bad decisions. Decisions I didn't agree with. But he was a kind man at the heart of it, the best man I've ever known. I owe him my life, in a very literal way.