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James: Protego Horribilis

Rosier: A little boy once begged for powers, to save his little soul but none would come to beg or answer

and his pain did grow and grow. A little boy once begged for powers to save himself from Him.

Little Raczidian would beg and beg, till his words came hoarse and thin.

A little boy no longer begged, instead, longed for night to come. His father and his wicked grin

would take him by the hand. Down the rickety wooden steps the basement lay in wait...

And in his little hand he held a knife long, thin and straight.

That night he learned to play with terror,

to become its needed friend. He played with blood and brains and guts helping muggles meet their end!

Do you want to know what happens to blood traitors?

We strip them off their robes, levitate them in and out of a tank full of piranhas,

and when they're six feet deep under the water,

we use the Cruciatus Curse!

James: we're looking for a friend of ours.

Rosier: Is that so?

Sirius: It is so!

And if you don't answer, we're going to levitate you into a tank full of piranhas and use --

(PUNCH)

Sirius: Actually, that's too much effort.

James: Caradoc Dearborn, Where is he?

Rosier: Where's your son, James?

Rosier: The Dark Lord knows all.

Harry, is it?

A common name, given by a common Muggle whore!

(THUNDER)

Rosier: Are you ready to die?!

Sirius: All right, lads?

Sirius: New masks?

James: You're ugly anyway!

Sirius: Two on one?

James: Easy.

Come on then!

Sirius: Struggling?

James: You wish!

James: No time to lay down, Padfoot!

(SIRIUS GROANS)

(LUPIN GROWLS)

Remus: You'd be better served with death.

Sirius: Oh what the [ __ ] are you wearing?

Remus: Never did listen.

What are we going to tell him, James?

James: Quidditch match gone wrong?

Sirius: I think he'd buy it.

Remember the Hufflepuff kid that went missing for a week for chasing the snitch?

What was her name?

James: Augusta Bones.

Remus: Is he downstairs?

Peter: Who?

James: Rosier.

Peter: You captured one of the Dark Lord's followers?

How?

Peter: Dark Lord?

Peter: That's what they call him.

James: That's right, they call him that.

We call him --

Sirius: A blithering, bumbling, band of buffoons!

Help? Maybe?

James: Alright, McGonagall!

Remus: You two better explain this [ __ ] up to Dumbledore.

Sirius: Really?

Young Sirius: Follow me!

Young James: Well, show us then?

Young Sirius: Whoa!

Young James: This is --

Young Peter: Scary --

Young Sirius: To a wimp!

it's amazing

Young James: But I thought werewolves were, you know?

Wolves.

Young Remus: This isn't my werewolf form. That I cannot control.

This. This is me practising to become an Animagus.

Young Sirius: Oh like McGonagall?

I want in!

Young Remus: Why?

Young James: So you're not alone.

Young PeterI don't like this place it's scary they say it's haunted

Young Sirius: What? By the Ghost of Cowards Past?

Merlin Almighty! Is anything you're not scared of Pettigrew?

Young Peter: No, please not again!

Young Remus: Sirius, stop!

Young James: Give me a go.

Young Remus: Sirius stop!

Sirius, stop!

Young Sirius: A little bit more!

Young Remus: Sirius, Stop!!

Young Sirius: Alright, fat [ __ ]

Young James: I bet you couldn't fight a Cornish Pixie.

Young Remus: Come on guys, stop.

Young Sirius: Remus, you're no fun.

Stand up for yourself, you wimp.

Young Remus: Come on, let's go.

Young Peter: I don't like those guys...

you