‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ Moody yelled. ‘They’ve brought their chief nasty along tonight. Take a close look. He’s only human. He can die like the rest of us.' The irony makes my blood run cold.
A tall masked figure loomed out of the mist gathering in the twilight and lunged at Peter, with a cry of ‘Sectum…’ Ooh, Sev knows what he's about. At least, I hope he does.
She looked down at me with disappointment. ‘Are you both seventeen yet? Near enough at any rate. Surely neither of you is stupid enough to believe that this is still a game? Mr Snape is a talented, competent wizard. Do you realise what an asset he would have been if you foolish boys had thought to not torment him mercilessly since first year?’ You know, I actually never thought about that, but it's laughably obvious now that you say it. We could probably write 800,000,000 words of fic on the many different ways things could have been different if only Severus hadn't needed so much redeeming in the first place. 'Surely it would be better if we produced students who believed that the world would be improved if we had compassion and tolerance?’
I assumed that she’d been into her whisky stash, but Remus looked at her seriously. ‘But how would any of us learn that?’ he asked. ‘Everything’s a competition here. And outside of here, everything is at war.’ Another hard truth. This is why I love to see future fics that puzzle about with how Hogwarts might be reformed.
‘But you’d forgive him, wouldn’t you? If Regulus came back and said he’d been wrong, you’d take him back, wouldn’t you?’
‘In an instant,’ I’d promised. And it took me years to work out that my clever Moony hadn’t meant Regulus at all. I honestly don't know who he DOES mean. :( Unless we reach the end of this memoir with Sirius still suspecting Remus of betrayal? I hope I figure this one out by the end ...
Somebody thought it would be a good idea to commemorate the moment with a photograph. You should have seen it, we were all so happy, so certain that this was our promised tomorrow. All right, who is Sirius addressing as "you"? Fellow Azkaban prisoner?
‘Dearest Sirius,’ he whispered, smiling as he kissed me. ‘I’m not entirely certain you could stop me.’ Another blood-chilling moment, though a different sort.
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‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ Moody yelled. ‘They’ve brought their chief nasty along tonight. Take a close look. He’s only human. He can die like the rest of us.'
The irony makes my blood run cold.
A tall masked figure loomed out of the mist gathering in the twilight and lunged at Peter, with a cry of ‘Sectum…’
Ooh, Sev knows what he's about. At least, I hope he does.
She looked down at me with disappointment. ‘Are you both seventeen yet? Near enough at any rate. Surely neither of you is stupid enough to believe that this is still a game? Mr Snape is a talented, competent wizard. Do you realise what an asset he would have been if you foolish boys had thought to not torment him mercilessly since first year?’
You know, I actually never thought about that, but it's laughably obvious now that you say it. We could probably write 800,000,000 words of fic on the many different ways things could have been different if only Severus hadn't needed so much redeeming in the first place.
'Surely it would be better if we produced students who believed that the world would be improved if we had compassion and tolerance?’
I assumed that she’d been into her whisky stash, but Remus looked at her seriously. ‘But how would any of us learn that?’ he asked. ‘Everything’s a competition here. And outside of here, everything is at war.’
Another hard truth. This is why I love to see future fics that puzzle about with how Hogwarts might be reformed.
‘But you’d forgive him, wouldn’t you? If Regulus came back and said he’d been wrong, you’d take him back, wouldn’t you?’
‘In an instant,’ I’d promised. And it took me years to work out that my clever Moony hadn’t meant Regulus at all.
I honestly don't know who he DOES mean. :( Unless we reach the end of this memoir with Sirius still suspecting Remus of betrayal? I hope I figure this one out by the end ...
Somebody thought it would be a good idea to commemorate the moment with a photograph. You should have seen it, we were all so happy, so certain that this was our promised tomorrow.
All right, who is Sirius addressing as "you"? Fellow Azkaban prisoner?
‘Dearest Sirius,’ he whispered, smiling as he kissed me. ‘I’m not entirely certain you could stop me.’ Another blood-chilling moment, though a different sort.