A/N: None of these characters are mine and I really do love Harry Potter. I
am just writing this fiction to pass the time till the 6th book. This is a
story written in a moment of sickness.
Secret admirer
I watch Remus reading, his eyes dart across the page, No why can he register the words reading that fast! But-Merlin-how I love him, Why Remus? He is not the most good looking of the marauders...not by far but my heart still beats for him, and for him alone. When ever he smiles my lips are aching to smile as well. When he laughs my heart soars for he -my love- is happy, when I see the strain etched into his marvellous (I might add) face, I just want to take the pain away, save him. Life has been harsh on Remus, and he has taken it all in his stride never asking 'why?'. I just want to take him up in my arms and keep him safe. I do not dare to show my feelings. I must keep them locked inside me forever, but forever is an awfully long time. I remember the first time I thought I'd lost him, and the second, but fate keeps on bringing us together. It is meant to be, I'm sure of it. He looks up and sees me, only me, as I see only him, he is my only -my one and only. He gives me a tired smile.
"Professer Dumbledore, sir , how long have you been there?"
"Not long enough" I reply.
Secret admirer
I watch Remus reading, his eyes dart across the page, No why can he register the words reading that fast! But-Merlin-how I love him, Why Remus? He is not the most good looking of the marauders...not by far but my heart still beats for him, and for him alone. When ever he smiles my lips are aching to smile as well. When he laughs my heart soars for he -my love- is happy, when I see the strain etched into his marvellous (I might add) face, I just want to take the pain away, save him. Life has been harsh on Remus, and he has taken it all in his stride never asking 'why?'. I just want to take him up in my arms and keep him safe. I do not dare to show my feelings. I must keep them locked inside me forever, but forever is an awfully long time. I remember the first time I thought I'd lost him, and the second, but fate keeps on bringing us together. It is meant to be, I'm sure of it. He looks up and sees me, only me, as I see only him, he is my only -my one and only. He gives me a tired smile.
"Professer Dumbledore, sir , how long have you been there?"
"Not long enough" I reply.