Remus smiled wistfully as he sat the record onto its player and sat the needle into a familiar groove. The record had been Sirius' when they were in school, his favorite for a long time.
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now…
"Moooony will you still love me when I'm sixty-four?"
"What kind of question is that?" Remus asked raising his eyes from the book he was studying.
"When I'm old and my hair is all falling out and grey, will you still love me?"
Remus paused listening to the music in the background.
"You're listening to that Muggle song again aren't you?"
Sirius nodded and threw himself into the werewolf's arms.
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.
"Where would we get grandchildren, Siri?"
"Well, unless you have something you wanna tell me…" He grinned and ducked the punch Remus aimed at him. "We always have James and Lily's kids."
"True."
"You never answered me though Remy. Will you still love me when I'm sixty-four?"
"Sirius, I'll love you when you're 24, 34, 44, and 54." He leaned down and kissed the other boy. "64, 74, 84, 94 and 104. That includes all the years before, after and in between."
"Forever then?" Sirius asked his eyes wide.
"That sounds about right." Remus replied, pulling him closer.
Give me your
answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
The song ended leaving Remus alone with only his memories and the silence that hung heavily in number 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius didn't make it to sixty-four and it didn't seem like Harry was too intent on having children. Remus turned off the record player and left the room as quickly as he could. It seemed to the fleeing werewolf that he would reach sixty-four alone.