Author's Note: Here's a little drabble I wrote during Writing Class while I was supposed to be writing an essay. But I must say this was much more fun. Hope you enjoy it and review!!!!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, or Severus Snape. They belong to the wonderfully talented J.K. Rowling. But I'm sure after a few drinks and some un-necessary groping I will own them...muhahaha. I also do not own the beautiful song that Remus sings. It belongs to the awesomely wonderful singer Poe, titled "Spanish Doll". But after my meeting with J.K. and a few more drinks, I shall probably own that too...
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Raindrops snake their way down the clouded glass window. The quiet chamber is softly lit with a grayish light coming from the dreary weather. A handsome man sits at a lone desk, staring dejectedly out at the dark forest barely visible from the window, lost in the swimming thoughts that crowd his weary mind. A tattered photo is clutched gently in his tired hand, the dark eyes of a woman gazing deeply up at him. The crack of lightning fills the room with a brilliant light, breaking the man from his trance. He stands slowly, the photo falling to the desk silently. Walking to the window, he traces the trail of a raindrop, a similar trail left on his ashen cheek from a tear.
This place feels so unfamiliar...
His clear voice sounds softly around the cold chamber. He leans softly against the windowsill, his head resting on the cold stone, and continues his somber song.
Yet I know it well.
I think I used to belong here
But the only way I can tell
Is that I miss you still
And I cannot find you here
You left me tattered and torn...
I went down to the alleyway
And found that you were gone
You left no word, no message
I still don't know
What went wrong
Now no matter where I go
I always seem to return
To where you left me
Tattered and torn.
Memory gilded
In red and gold
Memory guarded
And never sold
I keep it with me where I go
And I love you still
No matter how
The story will unfold
No, I always will have a part of you here
In this souvenir
A stranger in this world without you
Is all I can ever be
What I know is pure and clear
You left it here...
Sliding to the floor, a dry sob escapes his throat. He grips his hair tightly, the pain overwhelming, his heart breaking. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, until he has no more tears to shed for his lost love. He stands numbly, walking towards his bedchamber, towards his fate. Fingering the small, cold vial that holds his future, he stands frostily next to the empty place in his bed. The empty place that once held the woman that held his heart. The empty place she created when she left him for Severus Snape. The empty place he would occupy for all time.
The clear liquid burns his throat. He gasps and falls to the bed, his hands gripping the soft velvet of the pillows. Memories spin in front of his eyes: Their first kiss, the first time they said "I Love You", the first time they had consummated their relationship. He cries out as his world goes black. As his heart slowly lets go of the life that once filled his body, he whispers softly to the darkness,
"Minerva..."