From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
“And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor, and pulled out his wand,” said Hermione, “and he said, ‘None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.’ But the dementor didn’t move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away…” (PA5)
Madam Pomfrey: “Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least.”
“I’ve already had some. Professor Lupin gave me some.”
“Did he, now? So we’ve finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?” (PA)
Snape to Lupin: “Possibly no one’s warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.” […]
Professor Lupin raised his eyebrows.
“I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation, he said, and I am sure he will perform admirably.” (PA7)
Harry: “I didn’t think of Voldemort,” said Harry honestly. “I — I remembered those dementors.”
“I see,” said Lupin thoughtfully. “Well, well . . . I’m impressed. That suggests what you fear most of all is — fear. Very wise, Harry.” (PA8)
“I’ve been feeling a bit off-color. This potion is the only thing that helps.” (PA8)
“Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air and around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can’t see them.” (PA10)
“When they get near me –” Harry stared at Lupin’s desk, his throat tight. “I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum.”
Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry’s shoulder, but thought better of it. (PA10)
On the dementor’s kiss: “Oh no,” said Lupin. “Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no … anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever … lost.” (PA12)
“Full of Dark Magic? Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anyone who tries to read it. Childish, but surely not dangerous?” (PA14)
“Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.” (PA14)
“Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I’m afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don’t want Harry dead…” An odd shiver passed over his face. “But I won’t deny that I am a werewolf.” (PA17)
“I was a small boy then I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.” (PA18)
“But then Dumbledore became Headmaster, and he was sympathetic. He said that as long as we took certain precautions, there was no reason I shouldn’t come to school….” (PA18)
“My transformations in those days were — were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits.” (PA18)
“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)
“You should have realized,” said Lupin quietly, “if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter.” (PA19)
From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
From Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
And two seats along from the girl — Harry’s stomach gave another pleasurable squirm — was Remus Lupin. He looked rather pale and peaky (was the full moon approaching?) and was absorbed in the exam: As he reread his answers he scratched his chin with the end of his quill, frowning slightly. (OP28)
“Did you like question ten Moony?” asked Sirius as the emerged into the entrance hall.
“Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “‘Give the five signs that identify the werewolf.’ Excellent question.”
“D’ you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
“Think I did,” said Lupin seriously. […]
“One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin…” (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.
Lupin: “I wouldn’t want you to judge your father on what you saw there, Harry. He was only fifteen –”
“I’m fifteen!” said Harry heatedly.
“Look Harry,” said Sirius placatingly, “James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other, it was just one of those things, you can understand that, can’t you? I think James was everything Snape wanted to be — he was popular, he was good at Quidditch, good at pretty much everything. And Snape was just this little oddball who was up to his eyes in the Dark Arts and James — whatever else he may have appeared to you, Harry — always hated the Dark Arts.” (OP29)
“And,” said Harry doggedly, determined to say everything that was on his mind now he was here, “he kept looking over at the girls by the lake, hoping they were watching him!”
“Oh well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around,” said Sirius, shrugging. “He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.”
“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably, “She hated him!”
“Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.
“She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.
“Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius.
“And stopped hexing people for the fun of it,” said Lupin. (OP29)
Lupin: “There’s nothing you can do, Harry … nothing …. He’s gone.” (OP35)
Primary editor: Lisa Waite Bunker.
Original page date 23 January, 2005; Last page update 25 January, 2008.