Hi guys. i was just wondering what you guys thought of this as a story idea. review if you want me to keep writing it. Sirius did not die!
"Sirius," Remus said as she walked into the room.
I had almost forgetting how beautiful she looked.
No, that was wrong.
She had always been the most beautiful person I had ever met and always will be the most beautiful person I have ever met.
It had been over 20 years ago for me, years that I wished she could be by my side and yet she wasn't.
She was gone.
She walked through the door in to MY kitchen, an innocent little 14 year old girl.
She was only a few years younger than when I met her.
I had no idea how important she would become to me when I first laid eyes on her, all most 20 years ago.
I had been a teenage boy after all.
Boy in general didn't know a good thing when they saw it and I was a teenage as well.
Back then I didn't know the most important thing when it stared me right in the face.
I looked sideways at Remus.
He understood my mood and confusion completely.
She had been close to all of us.
She went to school with us back in 1978 yet the girl I knew from back then, was only born 14 years ago.
Well, 14 years, 6 months and 2 days but who remembers the birthday of their first and only love?
My love for her was still there.
It made me want, to run over to her and hold her in my arms just like before, but it was different now.
It had to be.
I was so much older now and she hadn't yet met me.
She wouldn't understand my desire to hold her in my arms again because it hadn't yet happened for her.
I was just an old man to her, someone her father knew, a member of The Order she wasn't allow to be part of because they were trying to protect her.
They wanted her as innocent as they could keep her.
"It's weird," Remus said as his eyes like mine, followed her around the room.
"Yeah, I know," but I was lost in my thoughts, watching her sit down at MY dining room table.
For years I would have killed for her to be here, to be in MY house and in MY life again but no, there was no hope of that.
The hours I spent in Azkaban wishing the dementors would leave the smallest memory of her inside my head.
She laughed, her red hair running down her back in the same beautiful waves I remember.
It was all the same, yet it wasn't.
She was too young.
I retreated back to my room as her family ate in my house.
She ate in MY house.
She was in MY life but not in the way I wanted her.
I opened my bed side table draw, taking out a picture I would treasure always.
A couple about 18 years old, their arms around each other stared, laughing up at me.
I kissed Ginny's check and she silently giggled, blushing looking up at me from the photo, waving and I smiled.
If I had only known.