Sovereign of the Heart
A/N: Okay Peeps I'm back with something very different to my usual stuff. A lot more mushy and romantic. So give me a break it's my first attempt at a romantic story. This is in honour of Sailor Juno and Minerva aka Sasha, who own the truly wonderful DRAMAS association (Of which I am a member) hope you girls like it. Anyway I'd better stop jabbering and get on with it.
P.S: I know the title is a bit odd but I thought it sounded good
Bye Peeps
Marauder-girl
-No matter how you push me away
-I've known right from the start
-That you're the only one for me
-The Sovereign of my Heart
Anon
Prologue: (End of the third year)
Remus Lupin bid the Headmaster farewell and walked out of his former office. He didn't look back or say anything, the lump in his throat prevented that. This was one of the most painful things he'd ever had to do, leaving the one place he had ever considered home because of who he was, what he was. Hundreds of horrible memories flooded his mind, the rejection and ignorance he had received adding to his sense of despair. ' I must stay STRONG!' he thought ' I'm doing this for everyone's good.' Deep down he knew this was a lie because it wasn't doing him any good, the one person it should be benefiting and it nullified the purpose, but he had no choice. Remus walked into the entrance hall and turned around, taking one last look at the corridors of Hogwarts. Sighing he turned to face the great wooden door, it finally hitting him as he walked out into the glaring sunshine - He was leaving. He was leaving his home, his friends, the job he adored and the one person he had ever really cared about but had been to afraid to admit it.
In her room Minerva McGonagall sat gazing out the window. For the first time in a long time she had some peace and quiet to herself. Below her she saw a person hurrying to the gates, she recognised him at once "Oh Remus..." Minerva sighed sadly, looking down. As she watched him Minerva felt a wave of sadness and pity wash over her, she was genuinely sad to see him go because he was one of the few people who she could talk to. Though most of the time he bugged her to hell with his cheerful outlook on life, he actually made her laugh -something few people had achieved, although she wouldn't admit it. As Remus's back retreated into the carriage an awful coldness filled Minerva's blood, it was the coldness of hate. She hated those who had forced him to leave, she hated herself for not standing by him and she hated Remus for cowering under them. But even though she thought these things, something else told her otherwise.