A/N: Ok so this is 2/50 of the Shuffle Challenge - 'To The End' by My Chemical Romance.
I'm not sure if I like the way this is written. Reviews please? :3
***End of Seventh Year***
From the very first day I met you, Remy, I knew that you would have a monumental impact on my life; today I know that I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
We've had our differences over the years, and I'm well aware that I'm not quite who you expected me to be, or who you expected to be with, but nonetheless here we are.
We were so different at the beginning of our friendship. There you were: innocent, book-smart and shy as hell.
And me? Crude, narcissistic and open to all kinds of fun.
Despite how much we've matured through our time together, we're still just as naive as the First Years. One thing though is still extremely obvious, as it has been since temptation first arose.
Such clarity rained upon me that night and for the first time since I met you, I saw you as more than just one of the guys.
You were mine.
It was tough adjusting. One day I'm Casanova, preying on anything and everything with lips and a skirt, then the next I've changed my sexuality and become involved with the most precious person in my life, transformed overnight by pure and clichéd love.
But people's reactions mean nothing when you and I are together. In those glorious moments, we're the only two people in the room.
And Remy, I promise you, it's always going to be that way.
***The Azkaban Years***
I find it hard to comprehend how I made it from those happy, care-free days to here: a bitterly cold and crumbling prison cell.
Not a day goes by when I don't seek refuge in my memories.
Memories of Hogwarts. Memories of dear Lily and James. And of course, memories of you.
All around me I see prisoners going insane; wizards being literally scared out of their minds and witches having their hearts of stone frozen further until they reach the very boundary of their sanity.
During the few moments that I spend clutched within the confinements of 'reality' I wonder what has preserved my mind after all these years. Of course the answer is obvious.
My fellow cellmates do not have such precious memories. They have no hopes, nothing to dream of and no-one to think of.
I have you.
My life may not have worked out as I planned it but sometimes the unexpected can be good. Our love is living, breathing, forever-beating proof of that.
I made a promise to you Remy and I intend to keep it.
I don't know how or when I will see you again, be it in this life or the next, but I know that the day will come when I get to see your face again and hold you forever.
And until then, know this:
To the end Remy, I will never stop loving you.