In the last week, I have received a decent number of anonymous submissions to the Owl Post. Some have already been published and the lot of you have read them and voiced your opinions. Some of them, have not. Yesterday, I received three different letters to the Owl Post regarding the werewolf students who may or may not be among us. As one of the letters released yesterday, and one of the ones included today, identify themselves as supposed werewolves, we can make the assumption that there is at least one among us. There are also those among us who hold anti-werewolf sentiments. Some wish for them all to be dead and some wish for them to be removed from school and still others wish for them to simply be registered. These letters represent BOTH sides.
Before I share these letters, I would recommend digging through the archives to find the article titled “To All Those Who Cry Wolf”. This is not the first time xenophobia has threatened to divide us and it will surely not be the last, unless we cave and allow those who would see our castle crumble to succeed.
Without further delay, I give you the three letters:
A Letter to The Werewolf
Hello, anonymous werewolf. I read your letter and wanted to respond. In your writing, you talked about how you had dreams. You wanted to travel and work and do things, and how being infected wiped away those dreams, turning your future into a blank, unknowable slate. That’s a terrible thing to experience. What happened to you was wrong and you should have never had to go through it. However, the fact that you’re here and writing about your bite poses an important question: What made your life, your dreams, your aspirations, more important than those of others?
Someone once told me about a muggle proverb. There’s a person standing on a bridge. Below them is a train which has lost control. No one and nothing can stop it. Though it can’t be stopped, the person on the bridge has a lever. Leave the lever as it is and the train will kill ten people. Throw the lever and the train will move to another path, only hitting and killing one person. What would you do?
I bet your first thought was to throw the lever. That’s the humane answer, isn’t it? Having one person die is sad, but doing nothing when you could save the lives of ten people is far worse. Like most of you, I would throw the lever and elect to have one death rather than ten. It’s wrong to prioritize the life of a single person over the lives of more people when a choice has to be made. And that, werewolf, is at the crux of my letter.
A choice was made when you were attacked. That choice, perhaps yours, perhaps your family’s, was to treat you with dittany and silver, a treatment which ensured that you lived instead of dying from your bite. It changed your life forever, it altered your future and took away your dreams, but it did more than that. By your continued life, you are taking away the choices, hopes, and dreams of others. By the fact that you breathe today, you’re declaring your life to be more important than anyone else’s life.
Some day, you may be faced with a situation where you can’t obtain wolfsbane potion and you’ll lose control. You’ll go off and attack someone else, just like how you were attacked. Maybe that person will be a muggle who will die immediately, unable to even make a choice. Maybe they’ll be a witch or wizard who will need to do the same thing you did: Decide if they and their continued existence is more important than that of others.
When I was ten, my uncle was bitten by a werewolf. Like you, he was faced with a choice: dittany and silver, or death. He had three children, all younger than me, who he wanted to be there for. He was a father, a brother, an uncle, a son, and he hoped to someday be a grandfather. There were so many reason for him to live. However, he chose to die.
He chose death because he knew that his life and hopes didn’t outweigh the lives of others who he might hurt as a werewolf. Instead of continuing on the infection because he was afraid or valued his life, he ended it. As much as I wish he were still here, I know he made the right choice, and I know that if I were faced with it, I would do the same. To me, my life is not more important than the lives of others. It would be honorable to die rather than live in a way which disrespects the lives, dreams, and hopes of others.
You might overcome and survive, but in doing so, you show that you value your own life, your own well-being, over that of anyone else. By the fact that you exist, you disrespect life and prioritize your own self-interests. You knowingly, willingly, continue to inflict danger on every person who comes near you during a full moon.
It’s possible that you’re not a bad person and that you were just scared or the choice was made for you, but you should understand why I can’t and won’t ever respect your kind. You are the source of pain, misery, and loss. Until every person bitten makes the honorable choice, lycanthropy will continue and no one’s dreams will ever be safe.
Letter to The Owl Post
Honestly, I have been silent about everything I see going on in my school. I feel the only outlet I have is the owl post to vent my frustrations, I thought of attempting to do a poster on the wall but my words need to hit a bit more home for those of you then a few simple words on a poster.
The word freaks that I have seen has struck home with me, and I am not sure why as I can be considered a normal kid, with everyday problems in this school. I am not a werewolf, veela or anything like this, I do not understand why the hate? Is it because you are scared, and frightened at what these select few students can hold? Is it because you cannot conquer them so instead you turn to hate and fear and manipulation to get your way?
Let me say this, and this is something I have studied a general population fear what they do not understand and hate what they cannot conquer in life, you know that this school is doing what the muggles do to us in the world outside of Hogwarts, they fear the unknown they hate it. They see us as the freaks and the monsters.
This school year has been hard on us all with all the attacks, the fights for house points and the like breaking up friendships and even houses in a time when we need to be one big solid house, we are fighting amongst ourselves and its making me sick to my stomach to watch this. I am on my hands and knees to beg you all to stop the fighting.
The Kilted Boy
A Letter To You All
I have stalked these halls over the last few months and I have heard your hatred, I have seen your posters. I have stayed quiet, for fear that my own rage would out me. That by showing too strong an opinion, I might end up revealing what I am. I might have kept it up too… Letting your words poison me with self loathing… but then one of you called me out.
One of you called me a monster, but I’m not the only one. There is another monster prowling around more dangerous than your average wizard. To look at her, she is innocence and sweetness, but there is something wicked beneath all that. Her heart is black and hatred bubbles beneath the surface. A black ichor which smells of rotten fruit, sickly sweet with a hint of death. She fights to turn all of us against one another, wolves and students, wishing death upon victims- not just those bitten but any of you who would dare to show support for my kind. “It would have been better if you’d died.” You said, and all of us heard it. Yet you smile and self-righteously call me the monster.
And you’re right. I am a monster. I am dangerous. It could be argued that I am one of the most dangerous things to roam these halls. And yet I haven’t torn you apart. I listen to you as you cut with your sword of hatred and I smile. I read the words placed upon the walls, scribbled on your posters and mine. And I keep walking.
The fact of the matter is that I have the power to truly hurt you… and you remain unharmed. More than can be said for those of us who have been exposed to your fury, your vitriol, and your contempt.
I started this letter, with the intent of trying to expose you, the loudest of you but you already stand in the light. I considered trying to appeal to your better nature, your sympathy, but previous attempts have failed.
I have sat back and tried to be the good person, even as you threaten those who offer us support. ‘Wear this button and be hexed.’ Well, consider this my response.
I’m done being a good person. I am not merciful and I am not kind. I am not understanding and I am not patient. I am not mild tempered and I am not meek. And I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.
I am the monster in your hallways. The wolf among you. And if I find you, your words dripping with the black ichor of hatred… I will will not be gentle.