Atyd Quotes

You were my little bit of magic.

He had never known two people could be simultaneously so angry with each other and so much in love.   And it was love. Without a doubt.

We’re all dying,” Sirius replied. “Maybe.” Remus agreed, lacing their fingers together, “But shouldn’t life last longer, if it can be like this?

I loved you, and you left me with nothing , do you understand? I had nothing except a lot of scars and a drinking habit. So don’t start interrogating me about the bits of my life I’ve been able to put back together.

And your mum- how is she?" "Dying." "Bummer.

I’ve loved keeping your secret , Remus wanted to say, I’d keep a thousand more, for you.

Sirius was a demi-god, and Remus was helpless to do anything but worship him.

Not a single day went by – and not one day would ever go by, for many years – that he did not think of Sirius and suffer. It was an abstract and cruel torture, and Remus resigned himself to a life of utter misery.

Muori giovane e lascia un bel cadavere" le fece l'occhiolino

Promising young Healer, Mylene McKinnon according to the misspelt caption. Yasmin was not mentioned at all, though Sirius told Remus they were found lying beside each other, and their fingers were still touching.

Remus yawned back, hugging his hot cup of tea as if his life depended on it.

Five hundred years.” Sirius replied, stonily, “Every Black at Hogwarts has been sorted into Slytherin for five hundred years.” “Well, it’s about time someone tried to be different, eh?” James slapped him on the back jovially.

It’s just the beginning, Sirius mate,” James replied, slapping the other boy’s knee, “Between the four of us I reckon we could go even bigger next time. Excellent first mission, men!” Peter whimpered, “First mission?!

And you’re avoiding your problems again!” Sirius raged, “You always do this and it’s so bloody exhausting! You think you’re being so mature, do you? Keeping everything bottled up. It’s stupid! You’re just making a martyr of yourself, it’s like you want to be miserable.” “Oh, get fucked, Black!” Remus shouted back. “Easy for you to have a go, isn’t it?! Why do we always have to talk about my shit life, hm?! Mr ‘tell me a fucking secret’?!” Sirius blinked, shocked, and Remus was elated; he had something now. He had Sirius in his jaws, he wasn’t letting go until he tasted blood. “What about you, Sirius?! How come we never get to talk about your fucked up family, with your death eater brother and your insane cousin?! Why don’t we talk about your pain, and your scars for a little while, see how that feels.” “Remus, for fuck’s sake--” “No, I know! Why don’t we talk about your mother?” Remus went in for the kill, and it was more effective than even he had expected. Sirius changed completely; his expression froze, his posture tensed, as if he’d been punched in the gut. Remus almost wished he had punched him, because then at least Sirius could just punch him back, and they could have a fair fight, and that would be it. But that hadn’t been fair, and he couldn’t take it back. Sirius gave him a look of utter hurt and shock, before turning quickly to anger. “Go fuck yourself, Lupin.” He spat, storming out.

It’s… did it happen to you at the home? Where you grew up?” There was something odd in Sirius’ voice. Remus found he couldn’t speak, so he just nodded. Sirius nodded too. “I’ve got scars.” He said, so quietly that Remus thought he’d misheard at first. Sirius bent down, and pulled up his trouser leg, turning his ankle to show Remus the marks there. His scars weren’t like Remus’ – which were big and rough and jagged, full of rage and hunger. The silver stripes on the backs of Sirius’ legs were thin and straight; uniform in their cruelty. Remus stared for a few seconds, before Sirius dropped the edge of the fabric and straightened up. They stared each other down for a full minute. Remus feeling very hot, Sirius’ eyes cool and calm. Then it broke. “Shall we go and watch James making a prat of himself?” Sirius asked. Remus nodded again, and they both stepped back out into the cold autumn air.

Let’s not talk about girls.” Sirius rolled his eyes, “This might be the most important day of our lives! This is the day we became legends; the day our friendship was forged in the fire of itching powder!” “They don’t know it was us, do they?” Peter asked, nervously, tidying away his chess set. Remus shook his head. “Slughorn reckons it was a Slytherin girl. Or a gang of marauders.” “Marauders!” Sirius sat up, suddenly, “That’s it! Raise your glasses, boys!” “We don’t have glasses.” James replied, amused. “Well, just pretend.” Sirius shook his head, irritably, “From this day forward, we are The Marauders!