Hi! This is a song fic. (If you could call it that) of "Rusalka's Song to the Moon" from the Opera Rusalka by Antonín Dvořák. (That's Antonin Dvorak if the ACTUAL characters don't work.) This is just the introduction so please DON'T write me reviews saying you don't understand what's going on because ALL WILL BE REVEALED. (All flames go to warm starving little children all across the world…or something) So, in true Operatic Style I PRESENT…

Rusalka's Song to the moon.

(Cue Overture.

Cue Curtain)

_Through the soft clouds you are gently gliding / Silvery Moon up above:_

I love nights like this. I always have. The moon glides in full glory across the dark sky, its golden orb ruling over the tiny, glittering stars.

_Lighting the Earth from far away, /

Smiling on me and my love,_

As I sit up here, full moon after full moon, I muse that never has the moon been able to smile on me and my love. Or, 'My love and me' as Lily would insist I say. I know the moon does smile on him, wherever he is, and that it smiles on me now, but never has it smiled upon us.

_Ever and ever wandering, /

On your lone journey /

Still you move_

I'm a bit like the moon I suppose. Ever and ever I wander, doomed to a lone journey, just like she is. Oh yes, many 'stars' gaze on me but none come near to me, none join me in my journey. I had hoped he would…

_Oh, stay a little while, /

Stay with me /

Tell me, oh when is my love coming?_

The moon is making its way further through the sky, past this tower, I've been here too long, tomorrow I will be tired and they will stare at me, wondering. Where is he? Every month I want to tell him, to bring him here, to show him I love him, to show him, by the light of the full moon, which is so like myself, how much I need him.

_Ah, stay a little while, /

Stay with me /

Tell me, oh when is my own love coming?_

By the time he knows, if he ever does, we will have gone, floated off with the wind again, following the moon, searching for a place to call our own, searching for someone to love. This is the longest we have stayed anywhere, Dumbledore knew that when he took me in as a student and mum in as a Professor, he knew who we were. But oh, how I want to stay this time, how I want to tell him how I love him, how I want to share the moon with him, every moon.

_Silvery moon, as you sail through the night /

Tell him I long for his kisses,_

Oh gods, I've never wanted something so much in my entire life. Never wanted to know someone, never wanted someone to know me. I wonder if he knows who I am? I'm Lily's friend, but does that mean he knows who I am? For three years I have wanted him, needed him, loved him.

_I think of him with the first morning light /

With him alone all my bliss is._

First morning light may still be a long way off, but never can I stop thinking off him. Everything that is in me cries out for him to love me back. To take me in his arms and hold me, to kiss me, to love me.

_My heart beats always for him alone, /

Only for him am I yearning:_

Maybe I should leave, soon. Seeing him with someone else, knowing that he didn't love me, would kill me. I would give anything to have him, to hear his heart beat against mine, to hold him, and be held by him, to banish the nightmares from his eyes.

_Oh stay a little while, /

Stay with me /

Comfort me till my own love's returning_

The moon has gone now, passed beyond my sight. Every time, it is as if part of me has been ripped away, like a protective spell has failed, as if I am again alone. If there was a way I could hold the moon in my hand, keep it with me until I find my love, maybe I would never need be alone again.

_Bright as your light above /

Shines my love /

To him forever my thoughts are turning._

I wonder if he's noticed? Even if he doesn't know who I am, he must have noticed something. Gods, I can't stop staring at him when we're in the same room. Lily noticed, Amara noticed, Orion noticed, why doesn't he?

_'Tis of him that I always dream /

Through the daytime and the night, /

Dear moon do tell him so /

Tell him so /

With your magic tell him so_

Dawn is breaking, and again I must return to my life as a Hogwarts student. Again I must return to the background, the strange, quiet Czech girl, the flamboyant Potions Teacher's daughter, one of Lily's friends. Again I must put on my costume, fasten the chains that hold my mask to my head and just hope. Hope that one day I will be able to be myself. Hope that one day he will see me for who I am. Hope that one day he will know my love, and accept it. Hope that one day, he will love me in return.

Oh Remus…

BTW, I am still writing Searching for Black – I have merely hit a small problem in the form of not owning any of the Harry Potter Books. Sorry…Will continue as soon as I own a copy of Prisoner of Azkaban.