Day 1 of Marauder Era Challenge - Favorite Marauder
“Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D’you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…”
James Potter: Leader of the Marauders, died protecting his wife and son from the Dark Lord. He greeted his son, Harry, before his death in the Forbidden Forest.His patronus was a stag.
Sirius Black: The most rowdy Marauder of them all, he remained faithful and loyal, after all those years…even in Azkaban. He “would have died rather than betray” Lily and James, his friends. His animagus was a dog.
Peter Pettigrew: The Marauder who betrayed James and Lily, telling their whereabouts to the Dark Lord — “A monstrous betrayal.” His animagus was a rat.
Remus Lupin: The level-headed one of the Marauders, he was the main genius behind the Marauder’s Map which gave pathways to make traveling through the Hogwarts Grounds easier. He then became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher during Harry Potter’s third year. He was a werewolf.
The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother; Lily’s. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them then you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.
What the fuck J.K.
HOW DO YOU PERFECTION
HOW DOES SUCH PERFECTION EXIST IN ONE BODY?
SIT BACK DOWN LUPIN. SIIIITTT.