Some People Think Sirius Loved Remus Despite His Lycanthropy. Wrong. Sirius Loved Remus WITH His Lycanthropy.

Peter: How do I get people to like me?

Sirius: You can't make everyone like you, you aren't Remus.

Peter: What? I mean not everyone likes Remus.

James *popping up from nowhere*: Who?

Peter: I don't-

Sirius: Names, Peter

waxing , f a d i n g  oh, Remus…

A world of their own

*in class, brewing amortentia*

Remus: Sirius, you're obviously doing it wrong! I still only smell wet dog fur, you bloody idiot!

Sirius: I'm not doing anything wrong! Maybe if you ate less chocolate we would smell something, you bastard!

Peter: Should we- should we tell them?

James and Lily: No, let them finish.

Maybe I’ll do like close up portraits of all of them

9 nights in Remus John Lupin’s Life. The whole thing is hidden by a cut because of a depiction of self harm. One of the most complicated things I’ve ever drawn. Phew!

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Whenever Remus is having a panic attack, the right thing to do is get Padfoot. No, not Sirius, Padfoot. The only way to get Remus to calm down is to let him hold that dog in his lap and pull gently at his fur and hug him and cry into his neck. Padfoot cuddles are the only cure to Moony panic attacks.

When Regulus gets Sorted into Slytherin and officially ripped away from his older brother, Sirius takes the loss hard, not quite used to the radio silence or seeing his brother on the opposite side of the battlefield. He misses talking to his little brother, so he hatches a brilliant idea. He marches up to Regulus one afternoon, face contorted in anger, and yells, comment allez vous? Tu me manques! Regulus’ eyebrows furrow in confusion as Sirius stares at him, waiting for an answer, and then he understands. Je vais bien. Tu me manques aussi! Their loud voices draw a crowd, students only too excited to see the Black Brothers fighting, unaware that they’re really just confessing how much they miss each other. It’s a clever code that allows them to speak on occasion, just enough for Sirius to know that his little brother still loves him, that he hasn’t lost him quite yet.

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve  g o t