Disclaimer: Well, I'm not JK Rowling. I'm not Lillix. And I'm definately not Mariah Carey. The song is Don't Forget About Us by Mariah Carey.

I'd love to say that this was chapter one, but it's not. But enjoy it anyway.

Reviews? Please and thanks.

The usual clamor of a wedding's hustle and bustle took place outside. No need for a church in this wedding- a simple arrangement in a private garden did much more good for the soul.

Guests were limited to family and friends, which should have told you that it wasn't a small limit at all. There must have been at least 60 guests at the ceremony- but no one really bothered to count. Everyone was much more caught up in the excitement of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks saying "I do" in just a half hour.

The bride, Tonks, had spent much of the morning changing her appearance to something acceptable for the wedding. It seemed that bubblegum pink hair spiked several inches off the scalp would certainly get in the way of the veil. After many hours of nose-scrunching and "nah, not that," she had finally settled on a nice wavy brunette hair style and jade green eyes.

"I've always wanted to look like that." She proclaimed as she revealed her wedding appearance to her bridesmaids.

A traditional white dress had been chosen at first, but with Tonks's out-of-the-box personality, she trashed it and whipped up something of her own that very morning. Now the woman was planning to wear a midnight blue gown that hit right above the knee. There had been a fuss about it, but the bride won the argument by pointing out that it was her day and her decision.

The groom was in a room on the second level of the Victorian-styled house, fixing his bowtie. Grey hairs had taken over most of the sandy blonde his original hair color was, and Remus's eyes reflected sadness as always.

"It's for the best." He breathed, giving the black fabric around his neck a final tug. Finally- perfect.

Remus took a step back from the full length mirror, admiring his handsome suit. He had never really dressed up this much before, and it was somewhat surprising to him that he could still look this good with his age now in the forties and his 'furry little problem.'

He tilted his head to one side, his tousled hair flopping in front of his eyes. Remus sighed, blowing it out of the way. "Well. This is as good as it's gonna ge-" But before he could finish talking to himself, a loud bang filled the room.

Cursing loudly, Remus jumped backward and grabbed his wand from the nearby dresser and pointed it to the source of the sound.

"Jeez. The security around here isn't all that great, is it?" Came a voice from the corner of the room.

Remus didn't even have to see to recognize the new person in the room. He'd never forget that voice.

Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby

He dropped his wand promptly, ignoring the hollow clattering sound it made against the hardwood floor. "R- Roxy?" He blinked several times in case his eyes were tricking him.

"In the flesh." The woman replied, raising an eyebrow.

Remus still could not believe the figure standing in front of him, but it was undeniably the girl he met so long ago, his age only meeting 12.

"Surprised?" She guessed, flopping onto the messy bed. Roxy chuckled, "Can't say I'm not." She sat up, facing the dumbfounded Remus.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Her light brown eyes were flecked with grey as her expression softened. Remus remained wordless, but eyed Roxy. She still looked mostly the same, but probably prettier. More mature. After all, she was in her forties as well. In contrast to Remus's light hair, hers remained a rich dark color, and it seemed that she was only beginning to sprout grays.

Now everytime I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I wanna reach out to you
But I turn and I walk and I let it ride

"Still not talking? Fine. I'll talk. You listen." Slipping off the bed, she made her way in front of Remus. They were almost the exact same height, which made it easy for Roxy to reach out and begin fixing Remus's bowtie which had gone lopsided.

"I saw Tonks. Looks stunning, really. I can't deny that. Dark blue's her color." Roxy seemed as if she had tied a million bows before. Her fingers moved quickly and daintily above the fabric.

Patting the tightly done tie, she looked up at Remus, who didn't dare to look her in the eyes. "But you don't want this."

Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about
Late nights
Playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us

He gulped. "Of course I do. Why else would this wedding be happening if I didn't want it."

Roxy smirked, fingering the bowtie. "You may want it- you may want her. But you don't want it as bad as you wanted us."

Slowly but surely, Remus raised his head and locked a line of sight with Roxy. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He couldn't fight the truth.

I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

"You remember, don't you?" She smiled lightly. Oh how that smile killed him. "You remember us meeting in the library, me swearing under my breath and you offering to help me because my words were harming your concentration."

The edge of his lips twitched. He remembered.

"And you remember your break up with Kierra. How she told you that you weren't good enough. And how that night you went out onto the grounds even though you knew it was against the rules. How I went out, too, because I couldn't sleep."

At the picture of this memory, a shiver went up his spine. He remembered.

"We hugged that night, under that tree. Two years later- who would've known? - We shared our first kiss. At that same spot."

They both closed their eyes at that memory.

Oh they say
That you're in a new relationship
But we both know
Nothing comes close to
What we had, it perseveres
That we both can't forget it
How good we used to get it

They both opened their eyes simultaneously. "I brought you out of your shell and you brought me out of mine. While we didn't become the couple in the spotlight, that didn't matter. I taught you how to dance at our 6th year Winter Ball. You taught me to use the Seizure Spell in self defense of death eaters. We both saw to it that James and Lily had a strong relationship, and we both watched it fall apart."

There's only one me and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny

"Roxy- stop." Remus's voice was shaky. He couldn't deal with this. Not with these memories. Not with Roxy here, this close to him. Not when he had a wedding he had to attend in a short period of time.

Roxy's hand stopped fiddling with his bowtie, her eyes meeting his. "You still want that, don't you?"

Remus blinked, looking around. "No." He said flatly, tearing his eyes away from Roxy's. "No, I can't want that anymore. I don't. I'm getting married, for God's sake. Don't do this to me."

Roxy narrowed her eyes, glossy lips twitching into a smile. "But I'm not doing anything."

He couldn't take this anymore. With a large gulp, he pushed himself to turn and leave the room. Grabbing the doorknob, he turned it and almost pulled the door open until Roxy's voice broke his concentration.

"Once upon a time."

His hand froze on the doorknob and he slowly turned around to face Roxy.

"Once upon a time. That's how they all start out, isn't it?" She tilted her head, "And where there's a once upon a time, there's a love story. And when you combine those two, you get a fairy tale ending."

He sighed, closing his eyes, "Roxy, I-"

"My story has a once upon a time." She continued, voice slightly shriller now. "And it's got a love story. But-" Her eyes veered from the floor and locked with Remus's amber. "-It doesn't end with happily ever after."

So baby we just can't let
The fire pass us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about
Late nights
Playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy, you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us

Remus's grip loosened on the knob, causing it to pop back into place. Running his hand through his hair, he squinted at Roxy.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I do want all of that. But she- she wants this. And she's- she's everything I ever wanted. She doesn't care that I'm not rich. She doesn't care that I like being alone. And she accepts my- my problem. She-" Remus couldn't finish his explanation because Roxy ran over his words.

"Did you think that I would mind, Remus? Tell me the truth. If you had told me your secret when we were still students, do you think I would have screamed and ran away? Do you think I would have hated you?"

Remus didn't want to answer the woman's question, but he didn't need to.

"Did you think I cared about how rich or poor you were? You could have lived in a cardboard box for all I cared. What did you take me for, a shallow girl that's like everyone else out there?"

Again, he remained silent.

"And if I'm not mistaken, I love being alone as well. Didn't you get that from all the time we spent together? Remus, she may want this. But whatever happened to doing what you want to do?"

"I do want to do this." He said firmly, looking up at Roxy.

I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love

Roxy just smirked. She didn't believe him. He didn't believe himself.

"And are you implying that I wasn't everything you wanted?" She whispered. Remus could have sworn that his heart skipped a beat. The sudden volume change honestly scared him.

Hanging his head, he replied, "No."

Remus felt as if he were about to throw up. He had lied about 5 times in the past minute. 'But she can tell when I lie.' He assured himself. 'Come on, it's Roxy. She'll probably yell at you and talk you out of all of this.' His thoughts told him.

So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

But this time, Roxy didn't fight back. Inhaling a large quantity of air and trying to shake off the rapid thumping of her heart and the terrible diving feeling in her stomach, she nodded, standing up.

Baby, don't you
Don't you forget about us

"In that case, then," Her voice was beginning to break, but she stopped herself from crying. She would be able to hold it until she was anywhere but here. "Congratulations. I'm sure you and Tonks will have a long and healthy marriage."

"Wait, Roxy, don't-" Remus began protesting, but that didn't work earlier in the conversation and it didn't work now.

Roxy produced something from the purse she was carrying and flung it at Remus. Surprised at the sudden flying object, he reached out and caught it right before it hit him in the face.

"Have a nice life." She smiled weakly at Remus.

Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go
No baby, no baby, no baby no

He knew he wouldn't be able to keep her here. Roxy had always been a fighter- she had always been strong. That's why he loved her so much. She had always been stronger than he was. He knew that without her, he'd probably fall apart. But there was no way for him to break now since he was already in pieces. Amber eyes followed Roxy's figure as she made her way across the room to the door. But before she left, she turned back one more time.

"I loved you." She whispered. For a split second, there was a complete still that reached the air. Nothing moved, there was no sound, nothing. And then a large bang filled the room- and she was gone.

Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go

Remus felt something warm come down his cheek, but he didn't bother to wipe his tears. Pulling open the box, he went completely numb when he saw the promise ring he had given her so many years ago, that day when the graduated and became men and women.

He snapped the blue velvet box shut. He didn't need to see this. Dropping it mindlessly on top of the dresser along with the other clutter made from the wedding preparations that morning, he whispered to no one in particular, "You weren't everything I ever wanted. You were so, so much more."

Then he turned. Then he left.

When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us