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Scrapbook
He pulled the old, dusty book off of the shelf and laid it down on the coffee table. The steam from the coffee mug swirled and twisted, ensnaring his senses. He inhaled the fragrant aroma of the tea as he flipped open the cover. His green eyes scanned over the the pages as he flipped through the photographs, each providing a short snippet of a long-forgotten memory. His eyes staggered over pictures of James, Peter, and Sirius. What a shame that James and Peter were gone and at the hands of their good friend. He never thought his best friend capable of such a heinous treachery.
He was much happier then. He was alone now, living underground. Few were accepting of his condition and he did not want trouble. He simply wished to be alone. It seemed he was better off that way.
He turned to the last page of the book, his gaze stopping at a particularly faded photograph. He slid the picture out it's spot in the scrap book and ran his fingers over her glossy blonde hair. She was stunning. He wondered if she was happy in her new life. Did she every think of him, the way he thinks about her?
He tells himself that the relationship never stood a chance, that they never would have made it, but, he can't quite accept it as truth. He loved her. She was so much more than the perfect trophy wife she became when she married Lucius Malfoy. There was a time when her heart was as beautiful as her perfectly sculpted face. A time when she was kind and generous. There was a time when she was his.
"We can make this work, Cis. It doesn't have to end." He held her hands in his. He was aware of the desperation in his voice but, he didn't feel weak. He loved her more than life itself and he could not bear the thought of losing her.
"I love you, Remus. I do but, you know my family would never approve. I cannot disappoint them. I saw how hurt they were after Andy left. I can't put mum and dad through that again." She bowed her head, her voice shaky with unshed tears.
"Andy followed her heart. She did what she knew was right for her and now it is your turn. Please, Narcissa, if you really love me, don't walk away from this." He pleaded.
The silence that followed was smothering. He held her hands in his, his eyes boring into hers. Her gaze adverted and she withdrew herself form his grasp, her gaze falling to the grass. The sun was beginning to set and the yellow-orange hue made her white-blonde hair shine gold. He had never seen someone look more like an angel.
"I'm sorry." Were the last words she said to him. The image of her tear-stricken face would haunt him forever. He reached for her but, she ducked away and began her ascent back to the castle.
And he cried as he watched his angel walk away.
The tears rained down, fresh from the memory. He returned the tattered photo back to its place and slammed the book shut. He had no present, he had no future, all he had was a past full of bitter memories.
an. love this pairing. Not sure about this oneshot.
for the Rubik's Cube Challenge - Red - Remus/Narcissa.
for the Multi-Ship Challenge - Remus/Narcissa