“Remus Dobby Potter, you were named after the two people who actually gave a shit about my well being. One of them was a house elf and I’d much rather see you become that than a fucking Slytherin. Don’t come back unless you’re wearing red and gold you little shit.”
Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer.
"Merry Christmas!" he said happily, raising his tankard.
Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside.
—Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 10
James potttttaaaaaaaa <3
Do you think Sirius ever ate Remus or James or Peter’s homework as a joke
on page 171 of order of the phoenix, sirius and remus get up from the dinner table at grimmauld place, look at each other, and then sirius rips remus’ sweater off so violently that the buttons fly off the wall. they passionately make out for several full minutes while everyone else at the table watches and nods thoughtfully to themselves.
"now hold on a minute," hermione says, being logical; "this doesn’t prove anything. let’s ask to be sure."
everyone agrees that this is a good idea.
"remus?" hermione asks. remus stops licking sirus’ neck long enough to look at her. "are you—" her voice drops to a whisper "are you queer?”
"finally," remus says, "christ, yes," and then he sticks his tongue into his boyfriends mouth.
i don’t know how you missed it?? it’s right there in the text
people can talk about how great other out-of-context quotes are but nothing will ever compare to the raw majesty of
"I DON’T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione screamed.
Lupin let go of Black and turned to her. She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing at Lupin, wild-eyed. “You—you—”
"—you and him!"
imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"