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THE MARAUDER'S MAP (PA10)
Madam Rosmerta: "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I’d have thought … I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you’d told me what he was going to become, I’d have said you’d had too much mead." (PA10)
Flitwick: "You’d have thought Black and Potter were brothers!" chimed in Professor Flitwick. "Inseparable!" (PA10)
In the Shrieking Shack: Black was sprawled at the bottom
of the wall. His thin chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched Harry
walking slowly nearer, his wand pointing straight at Black's heart.
"Going to kill me, Harry?" he whispered.
Harry stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Black's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Black's left eye and his nose was bleeding.
"You killed my parents," said Harry, his voice shaking slightly but his wand quite steady.
Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes.
"I don’t deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story." (PA17)
"All right, then," Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat. "Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for..." (PA18)
Lupin: "Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter," said Lupin. "I assume that's why you didn't tell me, Sirius?" he
said casually over Pettigrew's head.
"Forgive me, Remus," said Black.
"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend," said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. "And will you forgive me for believing you were the spy?"
"Of course," said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?" (PA19)
"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard
that ever existed?" said Black, with a terrible fury in his face.
"Only innocent lives, Peter!"
"You don't understand!" whined Pettigrew, "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!" (PA19)
"We will see each other again," he said. "You are -- truly your father’s son, Harry...." (PA21)
Sirius shook his head and said, "She’s got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." (GF27)
"Imagine that Voldemort’s powerful now. You don’t
know who his supporters are, you don’t know who’s working
for him and who isn’t; you know he can control people so that
they do terrible things without being able stop themselves. You’re
scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week,
news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing … The
Ministry of Magic’s in disarray, they don’t know what to
do, they’re trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles,
but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere … panic … confusion … that’s
how it used to be."
“Well, times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others." (GF27)
"Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I’ve wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape’s always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," Sirius added, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other. "Snape knew more curses when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly-all turned out to be Death Eaters." (GF27)
"Poor old Snuffles," said Ron, breathing deeply. "He must really like you, Harry.... Imagine having to live off rats." (GF27)
"Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle
for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you've
had it bad, at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch
your legs, get into a few fights.... I've been stuck inside for a month."
"How come?" asked Harry, frowning.
"Because the Ministry of Magic's still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There's not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix ... or so Dumbledore feels." (OP5)
Sirius' mother: "Stains of dishonor, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of filth..."
Kreacher: "...Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she's no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my mistress's house, oh, my poor mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they've let into her house, what would she say to Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do..."
"Well, as everyone thinks I’m a mad mass murderer and the Ministry’s put a ten-thousand-Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?" (OP5)
Hermione: "Suit yourselves. But I sometimes think Ron's
mum's right, and Sirius gets confused about whether you're you or your
"So you think he's touched in the head?" said Harry heatedly.
"No, I just think he's been very lonely for a long time." (OP9)
Sirius, who was right beside Harry, let out his usual barklike laugh.
"No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge."
"I think Dumbledore might have hoped I would be able to exercise some control over my best friends," said Lupin. "I need scarcely say that I failed dismally." (OP9)
There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry,
a crease between his sunken eyes.
"You're a lot less like your father than I thought," he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. "The risk would've been what made it fun for James." (OP14)
To Fred and George: "This is how it is -- this is why you're not in the Order -- you don't understand -- there are things worth dying for!" (OP22)
To Snape: "What's that supposed to mean?" said Sirius, letting his chair fall back onto all four legs with a loud
"Merely that I am sure you must feel -- ah -- frustrated by the fact that you can to nothing useful," Snape laid a delicate stress on the word, "for the Order."
It was Sirius's turn to flush. Snape's lip curled in triumph.... (OP24)
"I've warned you, Snivellus," said Sirius, his
face barely a foot from Snape's, I don't care if Dumbledore thinks
you've reformed, I know better --"
"Oh, but why don't you tell him so?" whispered Snape. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?"
"Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days?" I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?"
"Speaking of dogs," said Snape softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform ... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?" (OP24)
"I'll get to the point, then," said Sirius, standing up. He was rather taller than Snape who, Harry noticed, balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand. "If I hear you're using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time, you'll have me to answer to." (OP24)
To Harry: "I want you to take this," he said quietly,
thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book
into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time. No, don't open it here!" said Sirius, with a wary look at Mrs. Weasley, "I doubt Molly would approve -- but I want you to use it if you need me, alright?" (OP24)
Snape's worst memory: With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully though he didn't seem to have noticed. (OP28)
Snape's worst memory: "This will liven you up, Padfoot," said
James quietly. "Look who it is..."
"Excellent," he said softly. "Snivellus."
Harry turned to see what Sirius was looking at.
Snape was on his feet again, and was stowing the O.W.L. paper in his bag. As he emerged from the shadows of the bushes and set off across the grass, Sirius and James stood up. Lupin and Wormtail remained sitting: Lupin was still staring down at his book, though his eyes were not moving and a faint frown line had appeared between his eyebrows. Wormtail was looking from Sirius and James to Snape with a look of avid anticipation on his face.
"All right, Snivellus?" said James loudly.
Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack. Dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes, and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted "Expelliarmus!"
Snape's wand flew twelve feet into the air and fell with a little thud in the grass behind him. Sirius let out a bark of laughter. "Impedimenta!" he said, pointing his wand at Snape, who was knocked off his feet, halfway through a dive toward his own fallen wand.
Students all around had turned to watch. Some of them had gotten to their feet and were edging nearer to watch. Some looked apprehensive, others entertained.
Snape lay panting on the ground. James and Sirius advanced on him, wands up, James glancing over his shoulder at the girls at the water's edge as he went. Wormtail was on his feet now, watching hungrily, edging around Lupin to get a clearer view.
"How'd the exam go Snivelly?" said James.
"I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment," said Sirius viciously. "There'll be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word." [...]
"Leave him ALONE!"
James and Sirius looked around. James's free hand jumped to his hair again.
It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes -- Harry's eyes.
Harry's mother... (OP28)
The Battle of the Department of Mysteries: Only one couple
were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come
on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing
around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. [....]
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch....
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though a high wind and then fell back into place. (OP35)
Phineas Nigellus: "Am I to understand," said Phineas Nigellus slowly from Harry's left, "that my great-great-grandson -- the last of the Blacks -- is dead?" (OP37)
He turned the mirror over. There on the reverse side was a scribbled
note from Sirius.
This is a two-way mirror, I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours. James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions. (OP38)