"I don't know," Patience whispered, trying to answer his question. "It's been hurting - I've been thinking about my brother, my family, for almost a month now, since before the full. It made me so tired, too tired to do anything, and the idea of the full coming up didn't help - so I slept. But I slept too long, and I missed my last dose, I didn't wake up until I transformed, and that was really the last thing I remember before I woke up at the Ministry. I'm still really grateful they caught me, even if-- no matter why they-- I hope they caught me early on in the night and kept me from hurting anyone."
She rubbed her eyes, resting her head miserably against Fred's shoulder. He was asking her the same questions that Remus had, and yet, she still didn't understand. "I have no idea why they would do that," she said quietly. "But I know they did, even though I really want to deny it. I know Remus Lupin isn't caught, I've been contacting him all along, he was the one who turned me -- that was an accident, though, I know it was."
Even without the shroud of blissful ignorance around her mind, she couldn't shake the way she felt that Remus was trustworthy, just as trustworthy as he'd been when she'd known him as John. How had she mistaken him? How had she not felt this awful sorrow, all these years, how could she not have noticed that her sister had somehow put aside all of her grief over her family to join the same people who had killed their parents? She needed to talk to Chastity, desperately, and yet was terrified of what her sister would say.