I Wish To Only Sit With You For A While

I’ve got a clear vision in my head of a young Remus coming back from full moons and missions for the Order with only the strength to put on slippers before he’s out like a light.

Two words. James Potter.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”

idk

Prisoner of Azkaban is my comfort book, but i can’t stand JK Rowling so i simply headcanon that Remus and Sirius dated during school and never fell out of love.

Remus: There are three ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way and the Sirius way.

James: Isn't that just the wrong way?

Remus: Yeah, but faster.

*in class, brewing amortentia*

Remus: Sirius, you're obviously doing it wrong! I still only smell wet dog fur, you bloody idiot!

Sirius: I'm not doing anything wrong! Maybe if you ate less chocolate we would smell something, you bastard!

Peter: Should we- should we tell them?

James and Lily: No, let them finish.

Sirius: No, it's too dangerous for you to go alone! Here, take this!

Remus:

Remus: You're just holding out your hand.

“I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them… that’s him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.”