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"Love is a fire." - Joan Crawford
Sometimes I forgot it was wrong to love you. You were old enough to be my father, and I was too young to know myself. I imagined what it would be like when you were free, and Harry had a chance at the family he never got to have.
Would you live in Hogsmeade, so close to the only home the two of you had ever known? I couldn't picture you staying in Grimmauld Place. That strange house had always felt like a crypt. I could never sleep there. It made me feel as if death were bearing down on us, breathing down our necks.
I remember sneaking into your room on cold nights after everyone had slipped into slumber. It felt like the night was our own little world... When you wrapped your arms around me, ours was the only world that mattered. No Harry, no Voldemort, no September first looming closer, pulling me out into the cold dark waters of reality.
The time between us melted into nonexistence when you kissed me. In those small moments, it did not matter that you were Harry's godfather; it did not matter that I was only fifteen. I knew what we were doing was stupid. It went against the rules of common decency.
Try as I might, I could never stop my imagination from running away with me. I had never been one for fantasies, preferring to live my life in logic and knowledge, but the nights I spent with you overloaded my senses.
One moment I would be sitting at the breakfast table with Harry and Ron, and the next, you would sweep into the room, pulling with you the childlike enthusiasm and self assured-ness that you wore like the finest dress robes. You sent my self restraint reeling. Most days it took all of my strength to stay in my seat. The table had never felt so long.
You sat at one end, and I at the other. We were always careful to keep our eyes from meeting. You told me you could feel me burning from across the room. Our love was a fire that consumed everything in its path. I could feel you burning with me.
Our flame was smothered with a curtain.
You left me behind to freeze.
