It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
I do care about my parents, but I haven't heard from them for a few years, I don't know how to contact them. I did care about my favourite pair: James and Lily, and their kid, Harry. I remember that awful day, tears strolled from my eyes as I was reading the Daily Prophet. I knew people were celebrating the defeat of Voldemort, but I couldn't help my sadness. And Sirius, went off, left me and got himself hauled to Azkaban. Two years ago we met and I found he wasn't guilty. Last summer he came to visit me and we stayed together for a while before moving to Grimmauld Place. These few days of joy and sometimes lust. The wolf in me wanted to get out, to take over his long lost mate, but I didn't let it happen. I wasn't sure of the results, which, even though I was a human, might have been lethal. Like biting him to death.
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
It was a hard year. I was out most of the time doing some ruddy business for the order, while he stayed at the headquarters helping to sort the house out. He was always worried about Harry and what that foolish inquisitor was doing to the school. When he received the information about Harry being in danger he wanted to go. I tried to calm him down, make him stay, but he argued about the responsibility of being a godfather, that it was his job, as a guardian, to go and save his precious godson. I could have stunned him, or just taken his wand away and locked him in the cellar. But I didn't. We went together. And he fought with Lestrange, fell through the curtain. I was shocked myself but Harry's scream made me come to my senses and grip him tightly - I couldn't allow him to go there. Now, this veil visits my dreams every few nights and I can hear his voice, sweet and innocent as on the day we met, talking to me. I can't understand what he's saying but it sounds like "I love you, Remy". Just a few words within a dream and I wake up with tears in my eyes. I'm alone now. I lost my mate - everything that might have had any meaning to me. Even the wolf in me seems to understand, he keeps quiet during the day. But the full-moon nights are painful as they never were, even with the Wolfsbane potion.
And this is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am
There are so many things that we might have done together. He left me alone, without his smile and laughter. But he remembers about me, his soul keeps visiting me during the night.
God, let it stay like this forever, let him say these few words as long as he wants to.
Just let it be.
