Song: Tears and Rain Artist: James Blunt
A/N: This song was played at one of my best friend's funeral. Since then I've listened to it over and over again. I'm not much of a James Blunt song, in fact, I really dislike his other songs but this one is just comforting.. don't ask why. Anyway, I think it deserves a little songfic. Anyway, I just had a random urge to write a Harry Potter fic, so.. uhm.. I dunno, it'll be quite a short one - I just felt the inspiration and
For Joanne - You were always with me through good times and bad, and I can still feel you with me until this day. I love you and I hope you're happy where you are now - I hope you found Brandon Lee.
Since Sirius had died, Remus found himself staring out the window constantly.. with this.. feeling, of nostalgia, of anger, of loss.. but most of all, of lonleyness. It seemed like everyone was dying around him - Sirius, Lily, James.. Wormtail was dead to him. The Wormtail he knew had died a long time ago.
How I wish I could surrender my soul.
Shed the clothes that become my skin.
See the liar that burns within my needing.
He had bottled things up for far too long. He needed to release some anger, some frustration. Whatever it was that was burning inside of him - he felt it was killing him slowly, and painfully.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.
There was some movement coming from his bed. He stared down at the face below him, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her long, fiery red hair shining from the sun through the window. She was beautiful. Remus shifted himself away from the window, and crawled into bed beside her. She awoke peacefully, one eye open. "Mmm.. morning, Moony."
Remus grinned and kissed her softly, stroking her hair. "I see you changed your colour before I went to sleep last night."
She grinned back, and looked pointedly at his body, "I see you only had the energy to put your boxers back on last night."
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
They had both suffered a great loss six months ago - Lupin lost his best friend, Tonks had lost her dear cousin. A loss with brought them closer together - to find comfort in each other's arms. This was meant to happen - Sirius wanted it. He had always hinted that Lupin and Tonks would be great together, with that sly grin on his face. This was definately his work.
And they were happy.
Tonks, still half asleep, shuffled herself closer to Remus, nuzzling his shirt softly. "I love waking up next to you." she smiled. "I love you."
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
"I love you too" replied Remus, still stroking her hair softly. She was amazing, she always made him laugh - they shared a bond - one that helped him get through these dark times. He sometimes wondered if things would be like this if Sirius was still alive - but he tried not to think about that. Each time he did, his anger at himself burned through him, it was like being under the Cruciatus Curse - although much less painful, he imagined.
How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.
Fighting the urge to stay warm and comfortable in his bed, Lupin rose, giving his loved one a gentle kiss on the cheek, and shoved on some clothes. Number 12 Grimmauld Place was really looking better these days - they had finally managed to remove that wretched portrait from the wall, Ginny and Hermione decorated the whole place, Ron and Harry, though unwilling, were very helpful to Molly, helping her clean the place up. It was starting to look like an actual home.
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
"Morning, Remus." Came a voice from the kitchen - over the sound of a fried breakfast sizzling away. Mrs Weasley had been quite taken to making breakfast the muggle way - she said that although it took longer, it was more enjoyable. Personally, Lupin couldn't see the fascination with it - it looked slow and boring, but it did taste better. He walked into the kitchen, unsurprised to see a highly entertained Arthur Weasley - still amazed by the way muggles made breakfast after so many months.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain
This place had become his home - he had found a safe, loving family - although only the Weasleys were blood-related. Hermione had her own family - but it was like a second home to her. Harry loathed what family he had left, and felt that this was his real family - everyone except Ginny, whom he cared about on a much deeper level - one that he could not tell her, because he didn't want her to get hurt. Everyone he loved got hurt - it wasn't fair. He cared about her far too much to let anything happen to her.
They were far from normal - but at least they found love in each other.
It's just tears and rain
The End
A/N: I know, really short. I'll write another fic on Monday - I kinda want to do a Sirius/Lupin fic - I love gay couples. D But Tonks and Lupin are a sweet couple anyway.. and so are Ron and Hermione - WHEN WILL THEY ADMIT THEIR FEELINGS! Arr!