Alltheyoungdudes Quotes

“You were my little bit of magic.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“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?”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“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.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“You’re so good at stuff, Moony.” He slurred, leaning heavily on Remus’s shoulder.
“Yeah,” Remus grunted, “Picking locks and holding my drink.”
“And magic.” Sirius murmured, sleepily.
“Yeah, we’re wizards, idiot.”
“I’m good at magic,” Sirius sighed, “But you, like… are , magic, y’know?”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume One: Years 1 - 4

“And your mum- how is she?"
"Dying."
"Bummer.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“I love you,” Sirius whispered, “I love you so much.” He squeezed his eyes shut, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back.”

“Of course I love you, you idiot,” Remus gasped, not sure if he was laughing or crying, “I never stopped.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“You’ve been fine,” Grant smiled, without a trace of blame. “You’ve been my little bit of magic.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“You’re not dangerous!”

“You don’t know what I am.” Remus hissed.

“You’re our friend.” James said, suddenly.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume One: Years 1 - 4

“I loved him.” Remus said. “But he wasn’t you.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume Three: ‘Til the End

“At some point, a cake was produced, with red and gold Gryffindor icing, and twelve pink candles. When Remus cut it open (all the while encouraged to make a wish, but not able to think of one single thing he wanted) he was amazed to find that it was made up of four different flavours – a quarter chocolate, a quarter lemon drizzle, a quarter Victoria sponge and a quarter coffee and walnut.

“Like your toast.” Sirius grinned, looking thrilled at the expression of surprise on Remus’ face, “Thought you might get bored if it was all one flavour.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume One: Years 1 - 4

“It was James, who had an ego the size of a lake, but a heart to match it. Peter - who, yes, granted was weird and a bit clueless - actually had a wicked sense of humour and could be unfailing generous. And of course Sirius. Sirius could keep secrets, had a mean streak but never directed it at his friends, was the most gifted student in the year but spent all his time coming up with pranks instead.”
― Mskingsbean

“Muori giovane e lascia un bel cadavere" le fece l'occhiolino”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“As Remus sat at the Potter’s big wooden kitchen table eating cake and sipping a huge mug of tea, listening to James and Sirius chatter nineteen to the dozen about the term so far, he couldn’t resist sighing contentedly to himself. Two whole weeks of this.”
― MsKingBean89, All The Young Dudes - Volume One: Years 1 - 4

“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.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Seven kids - three of them wealthy heirs to pureblood houses, two muggle born, a werewolf, a novice Healer - what made them so special? Could they be trusted? They had survived the war so far, against all the odds. Were they just lucky, or was there something more to it? Who were these kids, who had escaped six death eaters and somehow reversed almost an incomprehensible curse?”
― Mskingsbean

“Remus looked at him for a while from his window ledge. With his eyes closed, in the gentle dawn light, Sirius seemed softer, younger. Remus had spent the whole year in awe of him and James; how invincible they were, how daring. But they were all just kids together, really. And no matter how big their final prank was, it wouldn't stop the train coming for them tomorrow, to take Remus back to St Edmund's and Sirius back to wherever it was he lived - a house where portraits shouted at him, and his family didn't care that he had come top in Transfiguration.”
― Mskingsbean

“It's ok to shout, Remus," Ferox smiled, weakly, "Especially when someone isn't listening, and you need to be heard.”
― Mskingsbean

“You love him, don't you?" "I..." Remus felt the familiar panic rising at the sound of that word, but as it was just the two of them, and he felt he owed it to her to be honest, he nodded. "Yes." "And he loves you. "I think so. Yes, he does.”
― Mskingsbean

“Bright colours, because Grant was a bright person, and Remus had seen enough black to last a lifetime.”
― Mskingsbean

“I'm the one who's been here." Grant returned, shortly. "I don't think you get how hard it's been. I don't think you...look; you had him at his best, ok? I had his worst." He smiled, a little, "And I was glad to do it. I have one part of him. You have the other. Can we agree?”
― Mskingsbean

“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.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes

“Tell me a secret," Sirius would whisper, late at night - every night, he came to Remus, "Tell me something no one knows.”
― Mskingsbean

“You said you don't know who you are anymore. But I do. You're my Moony. Always will be. Ok?" "Ok, Padfoot." For now it was enough.”
― Mskingsbean

“He laid back onto Remus, with his whole weight - though that wasn't much. It was pathetic, really. Two bony, wiry men, clinging together; both old before their time, and both so lost.”
― Mskingsbean

“It was the first time Remus - or any of them - ever saw the dark mark, and they had no idea them that it was a symbol they would fear for the rest of their lives.”
― Mskingsbean

“Though he managed to simply smile though his feelings most of the time, they seemed to surface at the most inopportune moments. He'd be reading a book, and there it was. Or completely alone in the library, and a memory would pop up, stirring up his insides. It left him often shaken, too hot, and confused. If this had been how James and Mary and Marlene and Peter and everyone involved in the stupid snogging business had been feeling for the past two years, then Remus simply didn't know how any of them had got anything done. It seemed his mind and body were constantly at war.”
― Mskingsbean

“(I think you're beautiful, the only beautiful person I've ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.)”
― Mskingsbean

“Remus had not let go of Sirius' hand. Something strange was happening inside of him. Something which he had rarely felt outside of a full moon. A fierce and overwhelming desire to protect this boy sitting next to him. To make sure he was never frightened again. He pulled Sirius to him, taking his spliff and pressing their lips together.”
― Mskingsbean

“You're my son, and I've no shame at all, understand?”
― Mskingsbean

“Certainly, Remus did not glamourise romance any more- if he ever had at all. Love had beaten the shit out of him on more than one occasion. But it had also been the only thing worth living for. It had lifted him, protected him, and kept him human, He had a sudden longing to see Grant, and wondered if he'd be home yet.”
― Mskingsbean