Communism

A Patronus is a kind of positive force, and for the wizard who can conjure one, it works something like a shield, with the Dementor feeding on it, rather than him.

remus lupin + character tropes

• In first year, Remus had this really high voice
• And he was small
• He was nearly the shortest person in their year
• During second and third years, Remus went through puberty
• And by the time he stepped on the train to start his fourth year at Hogwarts, he’d grown almost an entire foot and his voice dropped low
• And all of his friend’s jaws dropped
• Because his hair has grown out thick and wavy
• And his hands were big
• And he was looking down on them now, instead of up
• And he still hadn’t spoke when they arrived at Hogwarts
• He just quietly nodded or shook his head whenever someone asked him something, or he elected to ignore them completely in favor of a good book
• Throughout the feast, he kept his mouth full of food
• In fact, Remus didn’t speak until late that night, when almost all of his roommates were asleep
• Sirius was still awake, snacking on some sweets he brought from home
• And Remus tried to whisper
• He really did
• And Sirius nearly fell out of his bunk when he heard it
• “Padfoot?”
• “What the fuck?” Sirius said
• “Don’t laugh”
• But Sirius wasn’t laughing
• Actually, he was trying not to head right over to Remus’s bunk and punch him, just so he could hear more
• “Moony?”
• “Yeah?” Remus whispered again, though it was still quite loud
• And Sirius is just so floored by this deep voice when just two years prior, it had been a small and squeaky one
• He walked to Remus’s bed and sat at the foot of it, staring before he whispered, “Wow”
• Everyone else pretty much has that same reaction to his voice
• James spit pumpkin juice all over the four of them the next morning while Peter’s jaw hit the floor
• Remus hadn’t looked up from his plate after that until breakfast was over
• Word quickly spread throughout the school and Remus grew to hate the sound of his own voice
• He refused to answer questions or verbally participate in class anymore
• A few girls would follow him at a distance, trying to hear as he whispered with his friends
• It irritated Remus to his core
• It wasn’t until Marlene McKinnon asked him one too many stupid questions during Transfiguration that he finally broke
• “What the hell is wrong with you?” His voice was deeper than ever, gravelly almost. “My voice changed. So what? Who cares?” 
• He hadn’t even yelled, but his voice carried through the room
• Everyone turned to stare at him
• Exasperated, he looked to Professor McGonagall, “Surely puberty isn’t just ‘Muggle nonsense’?”
• Even she seemed shocked
• Remus decided to end his lesson early and walk out, fleeing to the Gryffindor common room
• A few seventh years looked at him curiously to see why he wasn’t in class, but they turned back to their studying when he silently sat in front of the fire
• He knew the news would spread after his outburst, so he elected to skip all of his lessons for that day, preferring to read
• Eventually, Sirius stepped through the portrait hole and sat next to him
• Remus thought he looked like he wanted to say something, but was hesitating, so he set his book in his lap and looked over to his friend, “Something you’d like to say?”
• A few heads glanced over from around the common room
• Sirius looked lost for a moment before he blurted out, “You okay?”
• He had to think about that
• “I suspect tomorrow I better step up to the headmaster’s podium and give a speech about puberty, since everyone seems so surprised,” he admitted
• That made Sirius crack a smile, “I don’t think anyone’s heard a voice as deep as yours. Not even Dumbledore’s voice can echo that much.”
• Remus covered his face with his hands, groaning
• “I like it,” Sirius said simply
• The young werewolf looked up at that, eyeing his friend suspiciously
• “What?” Sirius asked, teasingly, “It’s calming. It’s really deep, but it’s soft too.”
• Sirius laid his head on Remus’s lap, grinning, “Read to me?”
• And Remus was about to argue, because surely his friend could read on his own, but he realized that the more he spoke, the quicker people would leave him alone
• So he began reading
• And he didn’t stop
• Not when James and Peter came in, sitting in the chairs behind Remus, or when Sirius quite obviously had fallen asleep, soft breaths hitting the back of Remus’s hands as he held the book
• It was nearly suppertime when he finally set his book down at his side, running his fingers through Sirius’s hair
• When he looked behind himself, he saw that a mass of chairs and couches had been moved to sit around him by the fire
• Everyone looked to be relaxed and sleepy
• The next time he had a Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked if he’d like to lecture about puberty to his classmates
• Remus let out a high-pitched, almost deafening laugh
• Everyone was staring again