Sirius & Remus
one of the many nights
at number twelve
grimmauld place
Do you remember when we used to dance in the moonlight?
Mm.
It was like the others didn't exist.
I remember it well.
Love?
Yes?
Will it be okay?
It depends.
That's not what I wanted to hear.
Should I have lied?
I suppose not.
Why do you ask?
It's so…rickety lately. Pieces are missing. It's not the same.
What happened to the you I used to know? The you who made it okay, and damn the world if it didn't agree?
He died. A long time ago.
Time has passed. Things have changed.
I lost you once, I'm scared to lose you again.
Me too.
Remember when we danced?
It wasn't really dancing.
I know.
But you made it dancing. You always made the best of things.
I loved you.
I know. I loved you for it.
He loved you too, you know.
Yes. I know.
Did you love him?
Of course. Who didn't?
Why did you choose me?
I didn't.
You—didn't? Would you rather have…?
Had him?
Yes.
No.
Then why do you say you didn't choose me?
It didn't seem like there was an option.
I know the feeling.
You were brave to let yourself love me.
It didn't seem like there was an option.
I love you.
I love you, too.