[Something snaps in Remus, then, something buried deep inside-- he doesn't talk back to Sirius or James, he doesn't argue, and he especially doesn't yell. But Peter's teary gaze, his desperate prostrations that he was innocent, that he would never hurt any of them, come back to mind, and Remus' lip curls in a snarl.

Quick as a flash he darts forward, shoving Sirius against the wall, his fingers curled in his shirt.]

Because he's our friend, you idiot, just the same as James is! Maybe you don't like him as much, but that's not a good reason to bloody well kill him! He's not done a damn thing wrong, and if we can change things he never will! God, he's not your family, he's not-- he bought you a bloody pack of cards once in Hogsmeade! He always asks to see your school papers, and you let him! You got drunk with him, we all shared our secrets with him, and now you're going to just off him?

[With a growl of disgust Remus shoves himself off Sirius.]

And here I thought you were the best and brightest of the Blacks.