A canonical list of times Remus told Sirius to sit and Sirius said I’m sat
Then Lupin spoke in an odd voice, a voice that shook with some suppressed emotion. “Where is he, Sirius?” Black’s face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn’t move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Ron.
And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black’s weight fell on his broken leg. “Sirius, NO!” Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again.
“And Harry — you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!” Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron’s bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands. “All right, then,” Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat. “Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for. . . .”
Lupin was struggling against his bonds. Black bent down quickly and untied him.
“How did you find out where he was?” Black put one of his clawlike hands inside his robes and took out a crumpled piece of paper, which he smoothed flat and held out to show the others […] “How did you get this?” Lupin asked Black, thunderstruck. “Fudge,” said Black.
[Sirius’s] voice broke. He turned away. “Enough of this,” said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before.
“Ready, Sirius?” said Lupin. Black had already retrieved Snape’s wand from the bed. He approached Lupin and the struggling rat, and his wet eyes suddenly seemed to be burning in his face. “Together?” he said quietly. “I think so,” said Lupin, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and his wand in the other.
Black’s wand arm rose, but Lupin seized him around the wrist, gave him a warning look, then turned again to Pettigrew, his voice light and casual.
“Now he’s going to kill me too. . . . You’ve got to help me, Remus. . . .” Black’s face looked more skull-like than ever as he stared at Pettigrew with his fathomless eyes. “No one’s going to try and kill you until we’ve sorted a few things out,” said Lupin.
Black and Lupin were looking at each other. Then, with one movement, they lowered their wands.
Sirius started to rise from his chair. “Molly, you’re not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,” said Lupin sharply. “Sirius, sit down.” Mrs. Weasley’s lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white.
“There are dangers involved of which you can have no idea, any of you . . . I think Molly’s right, Sirius. We’ve said enough.” Sirius half-shrugged but did not argue.
“I’m coming up there to have a word with Snape!” said Sirius forcefully and he actually made to stand up, but Lupin wrenched him back down again. “If anyone’s going to tell Snape it will be me!” he said firmly.
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