AN; I don't own Harry Potter, Colin Hay or this wonderful song. 'means song lyric' Please review and tell me what you think
Remus awoke to the sound of nothing. Even after all these years he never could get used to that.
Looking at the clock he figured that there was no point in trying for more sleep and something in his belly was in order.
'I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say'
He sat in the same seat he always had, drank the same coffee he always drank, cried the same tears he always cried.
'I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you'
His tears though, he told him self, they could wait. An owl was scratching at his window. Grabbing the mail he noticed the weekly letter that came from Tonks. The threw it in the trash.
'I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky 'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs I just don't think I'll ever get over you'
His body ached as he made his way from one end of the house to the other. He had to admit Grimwald place had shaped up quite a bit in the years he had been living there.
He made his way in to the study and grabbed one of the many photo albums and flipped to a random page. Sirius at a party dancing, laughing, hugging Remus.
'Your face it dances and it haunts me Your laughter's still ringing in my ears I still find pieces of your presence here'
He didn't know why, he hadn't seen this book in years but something was telling him to flip to the back. Scribbled in Sirius's hand writing were the words -
Love you, miss you, see you soon, Remus. - Sirius
'Even after all these years'
Remus looked at the clock, noticing that he had said He would meet for lunch he grabbed his jacket and made his way towards the door.
'But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner 'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do Even though I may soon feel the touch of love I just don't think I'll ever get over you If I lived till I was 102'
He had forgotten his wallet, upstairs, by the bed. He ran up the stairs not wanting to waste time. He stopped though when he saw his wallet open to a picture of Sirius. He flooed and told them to reschedule.
Then he laid on the bed, the picture of Sirius laying on the pillow next to him.
'I just don't think I'll ever get over you'