All The Young Dudes - Audiobook (FIRST YEAR)

Remus slouched down in his seat, propping his feet up on the bench opposite. “Get lost then. I don’t want to go to your stupid carriage.” He looked out of the window, purposefully. Lily and the other boy left. Remus let his feet drop back to the floor. He sighed. It was noisy, outside his little compartment. He could hear shrieking and laughter and owls hooting and a few younger students still crying. Once again, he found himself locked away from everyone else. He was starting to wonder if that was just his lot in life. Perhaps once he got to this Hogwarts place they’d force him to sleep in a cell all by himself too.

“Everywhere,” Remus shrugged, “I just like to look about. So I know where stuff is.” He pulled the map out of his back pocket, “It’s stupid, I started adding stuff to the map they gave us at the beginning of the year and whenever I see something interesting I put it in.”

Dere Sirus, Pleas dont send me more letters. Can’t read them and matron getting anoyed by the owls. See you on the train. Remus.

“The Noble and most Ancient House of Black has always been a bit arsey with its naming conventions. Half of us have astronomical names – there’s Bellatrix, of course; my dad’s Orion, my brother’s Regulus… Mum isn’t a star, I think she’s an asteroid – pretty apt, if you’ve ever seen her in a bad mood. Then there’s good old uncle Alphard, uncle Cygnus… Andromeda’s named after a whole galaxy.”

“It’s… did it happen to you at the home? Where you grew up?” "I've got scars."

"None of you are related to me, are you?" "Oh, good. A Potter. Dad told me not to talk to you." (introducing self) "Sirius Black."

"Bloody brilliant, mate! The way you just went for him!"

“It’s just the beginning, Sirius mate. Between the four of us, I reckon we could go even bigger next time. Excellent first mission, men!”

"Dear Remus, It’s not the marauders without you, please come! We’ve got loads of room, and Mum doesn’t mind. I’ve been training Sirius and Pete for quidditch next year – I reckon that if we get you over your problem with heights then you might make a decent beater. You like hitting things, don’t you? And you’re probably the strongest of the four of us, so I reckon it makes sense. Sirius wants to be a beater too, he can show you how to do it. I’ll even see if we’ve got my old broom still lying around in the shed, and you can have it! James."

“I’m trying! I’m sure it’s the movement I’m getting wrong… the book says to use a ‘smooth, serpentine action’, but I’m not sure…”

“Will we get in trouble? We didn’t all do it, did we? It was only…”

"Dear Remus, James and Sirius say they’ve tried to get in touch with you, but you haven’t replied. I told them maybe you didn’t know how owls worked. You just tie the letter to their foot, like we’ve done, then let it go. They usually end up where they’re supposed to. Hope you can come to visit. Peter."

“My brother was one. Haven’t seen him in years of course, but he occasionally asks me favours. St Edmund's is a very special institution. We’re equipped for problem cases. Now, you must let me see him first. He often needs patching up. I don’t know why you wanted to see him after a full moon in the first place, if you already knew.”

“Less of the lip. You’ll do as you’re told or I’ll leave you in here for the rest of the day. Come on, now.”

“I’m not leaving you anywhere, Lupin. Just wait there while I find a guard.”

“You haven’t had a very easy start in life, Mr Lupin, and I’m sorry about that. I knew your father – only a little – and I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted… anyway. I am here to offer you something different. A place among your own kind. Perhaps even a way to channel all of this anger you have.”

“Passion is an important quality in a wizard, Remus. It directs our magic, strengthens it. But as you learnt today, if we do not exercise control then we endanger everyone around us. I do not wish to frighten you, Remus. When we first met, I told you that I sympathised with you – the hand you have been dealt is not one I would wish on anyone. But you must be more careful. You are a gifted wizard, do not waste it.”

“You may be interested to know that young Mr Snape is quite well – though his pride has been rather wounded. He seemed to think that you four had something to do with his misfortune. Particularly you, Mr Potter.”

“Sirius, what do you think you are doing?! Come here at once.”

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK! HOW DARE YOU DEFY YOUR FATHER IN THIS MANNER? CONSORTING WITH HALF BREEDS AND BLOOD TRAITORS! TURNING YOUR BACK ON YOUR FAMILY! IF YOUR GRANDFATHER WAS ALIVE HE’D HAVE DISOWNED YOU THE MOMENT YOU WERE SORTED! YOU WILL REMAIN AT SCHOOL UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR AND THINK ABOUT THE SHAME AND DISHONOUR YOU HAVE BROUGHT TO YOUR NOBLE TITLE! DON’T THINK WE WON’T DISINHERIT YOU! YOU ARE NOT OUR ONLY SON!”

“I couldn’t believe it when I got my letter. But I can’t wait to see what it’s like, can you?”

“Leave him alone, Sev. The book’s covered in your notes, no wonder he can’t find his place. Here, Remus,”

“I told him to stop picking on you, I don’t know why he does it – I mean, you don’t even go around with Potter and Black anymore, I told him that they’re the ones he really wants to annoy – if he knows that you’ve got sick of them too, then—“

“Oh Merlin. You can read, can’t you? I mean, even muggle schools teach that, surely?”

“I know it was you that broke into our dorms the other night. All of you. Your idea, was it, Black? Or yours, Potter? Had to have been one of you. Pettigrew doesn’t have the guts and dear Lupin here clearly hasn’t got the brains…”

“I hear you had a very quiet Christmas, Black. Your family couldn’t stand to have you around for more than a few days before packing you off back to school, is that right? All of the pureblood families are talking about it – the Black’s black sheep.”

“Hmmm… You’re an odd one, aren’t you? What shall we do with you… perhaps Ravenclaw? There’s a good brain in here.”

“But then… You might go further… much further, if we put you in… GRYFFINDOR!”

“Here we are. Now I hope you understand that we cannot stay with you, but if you would like Madam Pomfrey to wait outside until the… transformation is complete?”

“Well, excellent. Some of my third-year students are incapable of cross-referencing their studies like that. I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest.” “And we will begin discussing alchemy after Christmas. Which reminds me – with the holidays approaching, I’d like to ask any students planning to remain at Hogwarts over the break to let me know by the end of next week. Thank you, you’re dismissed.”

“You mean you planned this, Black? You planned an attack on another pupil? Ten points from Gryffindor. Each. And detention for all of you, for a month.” She continued, “I find it very hard to believe that Mr Lupin here acted alone.”

“I don’t like the look of you. It’s madness, thinking you can start a full school day like this. You’re exhausted!”

“Remus, this is a condition you have, it isn’t who you are.”

"Never mind. No harm done. Let’s get you somewhere warm now, shall we?”

“Black, Sirius – aha, there you are! Quite surprised at the sorting, my boy, quite surprised! I’ve had every one of the Blacks in my house since I started teaching! Shan’t take it personally, young Sirius, but I shall be expecting great things!”

“I just wish I knew who’d done it! Perhaps the truth will out. I suppose it does seem more likely that it was one of the Slytherin girls than…”

“From where I was standing, it was Mr Lupin who started it. Still, you are quite right – Mulciber, five points for punching Remus. Violence does not solve violence, you know, as I’ve told your eldest brother on a number of occasions. Miss Evans, please take Mr Snape to the hospital wing. Lupin, you can clean up the mess you’ve made.”

“Let’s see the ring again, Bella!”

“Gorgeous! Oh, I can’t wait to get married…”

“Wait your turn. Once Lucius has a better position with the ministry I’m sure Mummy and Daddy will agree to the match.”

“Come here. Or I’ll make you. And it won’t be a childish little hair growth charm, I promise.”

“Get off me! You filthy—you disgusting—you—Aaargh!”

“Cutting it fine, lads, been somewhere interesting?”

“Come on Lupin, you’ll miss breakfast at this rate!”

“You four are to come to McGonagall’s office, now.”

“Move along now, gentlemen. Severus, you’re clogging up the halls, and you four are supposed to be in my class. Come along.”

“I expect you all to be able to levitate this book by the end of the week, so come prepared for a quick test of your abilities.”

“Right, mount your brooms please, ladies and gentlemen. Nice strong wind today, so I want you all to take good care. Potter, no showing off!”

“I’d like five clean laps around the pitch, then a good landing back here from each of you. Mind the puddle and remember to lean into the wind where possible. Use it to your advantage. Five points to whoever’s back first.”

“What did I say about minding the puddle? A point each from Gryffindor. You’d better go and wash off in the showers. Off you go.”

“S’just a book.”

“The library?”

“Lapidosus!”

“Under here, piskies! Lots of ickle-firsties down here!”