Laen Strock

“He didn't want it to be easier to be cruel than kind.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes - Volume Two: Years 5 - 7

“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

“He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.”
― MsKingBean89

“For years and years afterwards, once the agony of all those funerals and obituaries and memorials and speeches had faded, Remus would be left with memories of his last months at Hogwarts, when they had been stupid, and naive and indescribably happy without even knowing it.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes