Reflections of The Innocent.
~I see a face, that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face I'll never see again
And mine will never be the same
That face was fine only yesterday
My problems seemed so far away ~
Lupin looked into the mirror. He saw himself in his common, drab
sable robes. He saw his dark mahogany hair and that sorrowful
look in his eyes. He touched the lines under his eyes from
insufficiency of sleep. Everything is so ordinary. And yet, he saw
more. Something much, much more than that. He saw memories.
Memories of sunny days. Memories of his past. Memories
of............her. He remembered how she looked, her long light
reddish-brown hair, yellow-green eyes, and delicate figure. He
remembered how it felt to embrace her, to caress her, to kiss
her. He could see the day they met. He sat down in a chair next
to the mirror and sighed. Thinking.
~ Reflections I see of myself
As in sickness, as in health
As she left as for worse
No chance to re-rehearse ~
It was a thunderstorm and he had taken shelter on someone's
porch. He huddled down in a corner, pulling his robes around
him. "So cold..." He thought. The door opened and a woman
stepped out. The light from the house shone out unto the street.
She looked around the porch. Her gaze stopped on him in the
corner. She cocked her head to the side. She seemed to think
for a moment and went inside. She returned shortly with a towel.
She took 2 steps toward him and held out the towel. "It's okay,"
She said, "I won't hurt you." She smiled as he took the towel and
wrapped it around himself. He started shivering. "Come inside
and dry off." She took his hand and helped him up, "You can
even eat with us and stay the night. We have an extra room and
I'm sure Daddy won't mind." He allowed himself to be lead into
the house, shutting the door behind him. "I-I'm....My name is R-
Remus Lupin." He stuttered. She laughed and took him into a
large room with a fire going. She lead him to the stone ledge
infront of the fireplace. He watched as sparks flew into the grid
and slowly smoldered out. "Sit here and dry off. I'll bring some
tea and crackers. Okay?" He nodded, "Good! I'll be right back."
She left the room. The man sitting in a chair opposite him folded
his paper unto his lap. He stared at him a moment and pulled a
pipe from his pocket and lit it. "So, let me guess. You took
shelter on our porch, my daughter found you, felt compassion
for you, decided to invite you in, feed you, let you stay a night
or two hoping I wouldn't mind. Correct?" Remus nodded. The
man laughed. He was a strongly built man with a mustache and
beard. "By the way, I'm Edgar Allen." He said. Just then, the
woman stepped back into the room carrying a tray with a teapot,
three teacups, and a plate of crackers. "I'm back. Hope I didn't
keep you waiting too long. " She walked over and set the tray
next to him. "Go ahead, take all you like." She smiled at him. He
reached for a cracker and ate it slowly. looking around. He
finally got a good chance to look at her. She had light brown
hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a light blue dress with
a plain white apron tied around her slender waist. She looked
very pretty. She smiled as he looked at her. She suddenly
looked shocked. "I almost forgot! My name's Lydia Rebecca
Allen. I'm 14 and go to Beauxbatons. My mother's name was
Lenore but died when I was 2, my birthday is June 21. How old
are you and where do you go?" She asked. "I'm 15 and I go to
Hogwarts. I ran away from home because I found my dad
cheating on my mum. What town am I in anyway?" He said.
"You're in Edinburgh in Scotland. Where did you think you
were?" She asked. "Edinburgh!?!? I'm in Edinburgh! I walked
here from London!" He exclaimed. She poured him a cup of tea
and touched his shoulder. "Calm down. Here." He shook his
head. "No. I've been walking for three weeks. If I want to make it
to Hogwarts by summer at the least, I better start walking now."
He stood up. "Don't worry. You can stay here. Term starts in
about 2 weeks anyway. You can stay with us and when we go
shopping in Diagon Alley, we can get you new robes and books
and you can stay there until it's time to leave. Okay? You do
know you're way to the Hogwarts Express from there, don't
you?" The man asked. He nodded. Lydia stood up. She smiled
politely. "Follow me. I'll show you to your room."
~ Try to forget, try not to see
Who is that face looking at me?
Reflections of yesterday
If only I could make you stay ~
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Remus? Is something
the matter? We missed you at supper." The door opened and
Professor McGonagall stepped in. Lupin jumped slightly at the
voice. "No. Nothing's wrong, Minerva. I'm fine." He said,
absentmindedly. "Well, okay. If you say so." She said
suspiciously and left, leaving the door slightly open. Remus
sighed and looked back into the mirror. Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong. Something he could never tell anyone. Something
that he didn't even want to know himself.
~ One day past is like a year
She wouldn't say what made her leave
I didn't think she'd ever go
And why she did I'll never know
I wish I could return and see
But now it's just a memory ~
Then he remembered the last time he saw her. She was leaving
for somewhere.
It was summer and he had gone to visit her but when he got
there, she was packing her things. "Where are you going?" He
asked, stepping into her room. She looked at him. He handed
her the flowers from behind his back. "They're for you, Lydia."
He said, smiling. But she didn't. For a split second, he could
see tears in her eyes. He could see the pain and anger staring
back at him. "Somewhere far away from here." She said,
looking away. She set the flowers down on her bed-side table.
He looked at her, puzzled. "Where is 'somewhere?' Is it very
far? Can I come to see you?" He asked. " 'Somewhere' is VERY
far away from her. No, you can't come and see me." She
snapped. He stepped back. " Where I'm going is far away.
Where I'm going I'll be appreciated and loved. I'll be praised as
what I really am." She sighed. "I thought you were loved and
happy here. Where you are. Why do you have to go?" He
questioned. "I have to go. Do you really want to know, Remus?"
He nodded. "all right, fine. I am going to join Voldemort." She
said. He knew that name. Voldemort was famous. Or nearly
famous. "Y-you mean that weird kid with the black hair that
always went around saying 'I am Lord Voldemort! Fear me!' and
flashing people? Um, Thomas Riddle?" He asked. She laughed
slightly. "Yes. But do you think they'll take a scrawny, ugly, 15
year-old like myself?" She stopped packing and looked at him.
He went over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her
close. "Of course. You can do anything if you set your mind to
it." He said. "But I DID plan on marrying you and raising a family
here. Just for old times, let's give it a go." He laid her unto her
bed and turned off the lamp, kissing her passionately.
~Reflections of yesterday
I see a face, that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face I'll never see again
And mine will never be the same
Reflections of yesterday ~
Lupin still sat in his chair. Sitting. Thinking. Waiting. Waiting for
something. Anything to stop him from remembering her. He knew
he was the one that caused her to go to Voldemort. He was the
one who blamed himself for her killing herself. Everyone else
blamed him for it so why shouldn't he? Never again would he
hear her beautiful voice. Never again would he hold her slender
figure in his arms until they both fell asleep. Never again would
he hear her sing to him that beautiful song she always sang.
Lupin stood and walked to the window. 'Good. Still daylight left.'
He thought, 'I may make it there with just enough time.' He turned
from the window and rushed out the door. He hurried quickly past
students, ghosts, and mysteriously 'floating' water balloons.
Finally, he made it to the grounds. He slowed to catch his breath
at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He knew it was unsafe, but
he had to go in. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. He
felt the magic bind him. He knew he couldn't hold his breath for
long. He strained against it, twisting until he broke loose. He ran past it all, sidestepping trees, jumping streams and sliding under the occasional fallen tree. He lost his breath just as he stepped into a clearing. He fell to his knees, pulling in rapid, rough breaths.
He looked up to where the setting sun still shone upon a small ebony headstone with golden words. He arose to his feet and
walked to it. He knelt and stared at the solitary, wilted, crimson rose still there after 19 years. He read the golden words.
Here lies the radiant
Lydia Rebecca Allen
Aged 17
At the hand of Fate she bravely stood
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely loved
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely fought
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely died
A sole silver tear fell upon her grave that day. And a new man
arose from it. As he walked away from the sepulcher in the
setting sunlight, he could hear her heavenly voice sing. And for
the first, and last, time from that day to the day he, himself,
passed away to be with and embrace her in Elysian fields, he
sang with her the song.
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there
And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind
Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind
Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true...
The End
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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~I see a face, that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face I'll never see again
And mine will never be the same
That face was fine only yesterday
My problems seemed so far away ~
Lupin looked into the mirror. He saw himself in his common, drab
sable robes. He saw his dark mahogany hair and that sorrowful
look in his eyes. He touched the lines under his eyes from
insufficiency of sleep. Everything is so ordinary. And yet, he saw
more. Something much, much more than that. He saw memories.
Memories of sunny days. Memories of his past. Memories
of............her. He remembered how she looked, her long light
reddish-brown hair, yellow-green eyes, and delicate figure. He
remembered how it felt to embrace her, to caress her, to kiss
her. He could see the day they met. He sat down in a chair next
to the mirror and sighed. Thinking.
~ Reflections I see of myself
As in sickness, as in health
As she left as for worse
No chance to re-rehearse ~
It was a thunderstorm and he had taken shelter on someone's
porch. He huddled down in a corner, pulling his robes around
him. "So cold..." He thought. The door opened and a woman
stepped out. The light from the house shone out unto the street.
She looked around the porch. Her gaze stopped on him in the
corner. She cocked her head to the side. She seemed to think
for a moment and went inside. She returned shortly with a towel.
She took 2 steps toward him and held out the towel. "It's okay,"
She said, "I won't hurt you." She smiled as he took the towel and
wrapped it around himself. He started shivering. "Come inside
and dry off." She took his hand and helped him up, "You can
even eat with us and stay the night. We have an extra room and
I'm sure Daddy won't mind." He allowed himself to be lead into
the house, shutting the door behind him. "I-I'm....My name is R-
Remus Lupin." He stuttered. She laughed and took him into a
large room with a fire going. She lead him to the stone ledge
infront of the fireplace. He watched as sparks flew into the grid
and slowly smoldered out. "Sit here and dry off. I'll bring some
tea and crackers. Okay?" He nodded, "Good! I'll be right back."
She left the room. The man sitting in a chair opposite him folded
his paper unto his lap. He stared at him a moment and pulled a
pipe from his pocket and lit it. "So, let me guess. You took
shelter on our porch, my daughter found you, felt compassion
for you, decided to invite you in, feed you, let you stay a night
or two hoping I wouldn't mind. Correct?" Remus nodded. The
man laughed. He was a strongly built man with a mustache and
beard. "By the way, I'm Edgar Allen." He said. Just then, the
woman stepped back into the room carrying a tray with a teapot,
three teacups, and a plate of crackers. "I'm back. Hope I didn't
keep you waiting too long. " She walked over and set the tray
next to him. "Go ahead, take all you like." She smiled at him. He
reached for a cracker and ate it slowly. looking around. He
finally got a good chance to look at her. She had light brown
hair and green eyes. She was dressed in a light blue dress with
a plain white apron tied around her slender waist. She looked
very pretty. She smiled as he looked at her. She suddenly
looked shocked. "I almost forgot! My name's Lydia Rebecca
Allen. I'm 14 and go to Beauxbatons. My mother's name was
Lenore but died when I was 2, my birthday is June 21. How old
are you and where do you go?" She asked. "I'm 15 and I go to
Hogwarts. I ran away from home because I found my dad
cheating on my mum. What town am I in anyway?" He said.
"You're in Edinburgh in Scotland. Where did you think you
were?" She asked. "Edinburgh!?!? I'm in Edinburgh! I walked
here from London!" He exclaimed. She poured him a cup of tea
and touched his shoulder. "Calm down. Here." He shook his
head. "No. I've been walking for three weeks. If I want to make it
to Hogwarts by summer at the least, I better start walking now."
He stood up. "Don't worry. You can stay here. Term starts in
about 2 weeks anyway. You can stay with us and when we go
shopping in Diagon Alley, we can get you new robes and books
and you can stay there until it's time to leave. Okay? You do
know you're way to the Hogwarts Express from there, don't
you?" The man asked. He nodded. Lydia stood up. She smiled
politely. "Follow me. I'll show you to your room."
~ Try to forget, try not to see
Who is that face looking at me?
Reflections of yesterday
If only I could make you stay ~
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Remus? Is something
the matter? We missed you at supper." The door opened and
Professor McGonagall stepped in. Lupin jumped slightly at the
voice. "No. Nothing's wrong, Minerva. I'm fine." He said,
absentmindedly. "Well, okay. If you say so." She said
suspiciously and left, leaving the door slightly open. Remus
sighed and looked back into the mirror. Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong. Something he could never tell anyone. Something
that he didn't even want to know himself.
~ One day past is like a year
She wouldn't say what made her leave
I didn't think she'd ever go
And why she did I'll never know
I wish I could return and see
But now it's just a memory ~
Then he remembered the last time he saw her. She was leaving
for somewhere.
It was summer and he had gone to visit her but when he got
there, she was packing her things. "Where are you going?" He
asked, stepping into her room. She looked at him. He handed
her the flowers from behind his back. "They're for you, Lydia."
He said, smiling. But she didn't. For a split second, he could
see tears in her eyes. He could see the pain and anger staring
back at him. "Somewhere far away from here." She said,
looking away. She set the flowers down on her bed-side table.
He looked at her, puzzled. "Where is 'somewhere?' Is it very
far? Can I come to see you?" He asked. " 'Somewhere' is VERY
far away from her. No, you can't come and see me." She
snapped. He stepped back. " Where I'm going is far away.
Where I'm going I'll be appreciated and loved. I'll be praised as
what I really am." She sighed. "I thought you were loved and
happy here. Where you are. Why do you have to go?" He
questioned. "I have to go. Do you really want to know, Remus?"
He nodded. "all right, fine. I am going to join Voldemort." She
said. He knew that name. Voldemort was famous. Or nearly
famous. "Y-you mean that weird kid with the black hair that
always went around saying 'I am Lord Voldemort! Fear me!' and
flashing people? Um, Thomas Riddle?" He asked. She laughed
slightly. "Yes. But do you think they'll take a scrawny, ugly, 15
year-old like myself?" She stopped packing and looked at him.
He went over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her
close. "Of course. You can do anything if you set your mind to
it." He said. "But I DID plan on marrying you and raising a family
here. Just for old times, let's give it a go." He laid her unto her
bed and turned off the lamp, kissing her passionately.
~Reflections of yesterday
I see a face, that face is mine
The mirror marks the changing time
Her face I'll never see again
And mine will never be the same
Reflections of yesterday ~
Lupin still sat in his chair. Sitting. Thinking. Waiting. Waiting for
something. Anything to stop him from remembering her. He knew
he was the one that caused her to go to Voldemort. He was the
one who blamed himself for her killing herself. Everyone else
blamed him for it so why shouldn't he? Never again would he
hear her beautiful voice. Never again would he hold her slender
figure in his arms until they both fell asleep. Never again would
he hear her sing to him that beautiful song she always sang.
Lupin stood and walked to the window. 'Good. Still daylight left.'
He thought, 'I may make it there with just enough time.' He turned
from the window and rushed out the door. He hurried quickly past
students, ghosts, and mysteriously 'floating' water balloons.
Finally, he made it to the grounds. He slowed to catch his breath
at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He knew it was unsafe, but
he had to go in. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. He
felt the magic bind him. He knew he couldn't hold his breath for
long. He strained against it, twisting until he broke loose. He ran past it all, sidestepping trees, jumping streams and sliding under the occasional fallen tree. He lost his breath just as he stepped into a clearing. He fell to his knees, pulling in rapid, rough breaths.
He looked up to where the setting sun still shone upon a small ebony headstone with golden words. He arose to his feet and
walked to it. He knelt and stared at the solitary, wilted, crimson rose still there after 19 years. He read the golden words.
Here lies the radiant
Lydia Rebecca Allen
Aged 17
At the hand of Fate she bravely stood
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely loved
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely fought
And
At the hand of Fate she bravely died
A sole silver tear fell upon her grave that day. And a new man
arose from it. As he walked away from the sepulcher in the
setting sunlight, he could hear her heavenly voice sing. And for
the first, and last, time from that day to the day he, himself,
passed away to be with and embrace her in Elysian fields, he
sang with her the song.
Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me
And loving me tonight
Somewhere out there
Someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another
In that big somewhere out there
And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind
Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
And even though I know
How very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star
And when the night wind
Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping
Underneath the same big sky
Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we'll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true...
The End
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How was it? Did you hate it? Like it? Flames?
Questions? Comments? Please review and tell me. All
are ALWAYS accepted. Send them in!
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