It was when you were younger, around thirteen months old. You were lying in your crib, in a room that was decroated colorfully. You were giggling happily as you stared up at all the colors, your blue eyes sparkling. The door to the room opened, and a young man, with short brown hair and angry green eyes. He had a bag on his back, as he glared down at you.

"You disgust me." He snapped. "You're going to turn out to be a horrible human being, you'll fail all your classes...You disgust me." The baby giggled, waving her arms at him. "I can believe I'm your father. You ruined my life. I'm leaving your mother, and you, so now I'll never have to see you again."

"Dada," The baby waved her arms, "Dadadada!"

"Is that all you can say? Stupid child." Your father turned around, and as he was reaching the door, you stood up in your crib and reached out.

"Daddy..." Your father stopped short, his hand went back to his side and he turned. The baby smiled. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" You chanted happily, squealing happily and clapping your hands, causing you to fall back in the crib, and laugh.

"Krista..." The bag dropped to the ground, as he made his way to the crib, and picked of the baby.

"Daddy." The baby giggled.

"You're not safe around me Krista, love, I can't stay."

"Daddy...stay. Daddy stay, Daddy stay!" You went into a another giggling fit. The man's eyes glazed over as he cradled the girl in his hands, softly whispering as he walked around the room.

"Daddy's staying, Daddy loves you."

"Daddy love, Daddy love-"

Your palm slammed against your forehead as you plopped back onto your bed. Your father had tried to leave you when you were only a baby? He hated you? It was something you'd have liked not to remember. Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, but you inhaled sharply and kept your emotions under control. You put the memory back into the glass vial, putting that and the Pensieve back into a box and lying down on your bed. You rested on your bed, your hand covering your eyes. A knock on the door alerted you.

"Come in." You murmured, but surprisingly the person outside the door heard and opened the door.

"Krista, may we speak?" You shivered as you heard his voice, the one that drove you crazy. "Are you feeling alright?" Your averted your eyes, because you knew if you stared in his hazel eyes, you wouldn't be able to talk. They had this quality to them, one that made your heart go crazy, and made it more than obvious you were in love with him.

"I'm fine." You pulled yourself together and sat up upright. "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all, Molly wanted me to come upstairs and talk to you. She said you weren't feeling very well." You cheeks turned pink. Darn Molly! She knew you didn't want to see him at the moment, it was just weird, being alone with him in a room, that happens to be soundproof...A little smirk made it's way to your lips.

"No, no, I'm fine, she was just trying to get me to talk to you-" Okay, wrong thing to say. Because Lupin immediately looked confused, and worried at the same time.

"Krista, did I do something to upset you?" You averted your eyes once more, knowing if you looked into his, you wouldn't be able to lie. You began to feel shy, turning your whole body away from him and staring at the discolored wall.

"No, no, it's something else." You murmured. He frowned, sitting on the edge of your you glanced back, it was then that you noticed how his light brown hair had small pieces of gray hair in it, how he had circles under his eyes, and how he seemed so much more worn out than usual. You crawled over to him, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and sitting next to him. "I have been thinking though."

"Krista-"

"No, just let me talk for a second. Tell me why you broke up with me." You asked him

"Because if I ever hurt you, even accidentally, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. And now, I would never be able to take care of you..." Lupin replied. You stared at the wall for a few seconds, before turning to face him.

"So it wasn't because you didn't love me anymore?" His pale cheeks had a small tint of pink on them. You smiled, remembering in the later years, around your fifth or so at Hogwarts, whenever you talked to Remus, his cheeks would turn pink and he'd try to hide his face in a book.

"Of course it wasn't." He replied quietly. You knew when he shifted next to you that he was feeling slightly uncomfortable at the moment. He wasn't as relaxed as you were. You'd been wondering for years about your relationship with Remus. Had it been because he hadn't actually loved you, he just imagined he did, and when he realized his feelings weren't true, so he broke it off with the excuse that he was afraid of hurting you.

"You know..." You murmured, staring up at the ceiling as you let yourself fall back on your bed. "I still have feelings for you." You didn't know why you blurted it out, you just knew that it was the truth. Your feelings for Remus John Lupin had not faded over the many years you'd been apart, they were still strong, and it's something you'd been holding inside for so long. It felt good to get it off your chest, especially since no one knew about it, or, they probably did, but didn't let on. The silence felt like it would never end. Your eyes closed as you pretended you were young again.

"Sometimes I imagine when we're younger, when we were together, and it makes me happy for that night." There was still silence, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. You felt the weight on the bed shift, most of the weight was now beside you. You felt his warm breath on your cheek, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter. You knew his lips were lingering closer to yours, and you wished you still had control over your body, so you could push yourself up, and meet his lips, but you couldn't. You had to know if he could still do it, if he could kiss you without you pushing him to do it.

"I never said my feelings for you had disappeared completely, either, Krista." You could feel it, your heart was stopping, everything was shutting down now. You couldn't hear, you couldn't see, but you could smell him, he smelt of cologne, a delicious smelling cologne. His lips touched against yours, they were soft as you remember, you tried to keep a good grip on your body, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck. His hand softly pressed against your back bringing you closer to him as your lips moved together in harmony. The kiss to you was perfect. He pulled away, and this time, you opened your eyes and gazed into his. "You've always had the most unique, beautiful eyes, Krista."

"You've always had a way with words, Remus." It felt like you were young again, lying in the arms of the man you loved more than anyone in the world. "I love you." He tensed slightly. You knew what this meant, if he said I love you back, it'd mean that he wanted to get back with you, and to him, that meant you wouldn't be safe anymore. "Remus." You pushed up, and he helped you, your legs crossed on the bed as he took a position on the edge once more.

"I love you. I don't care that you're a werewolf, you won't hurt me, trust me, with everything you do to protect me, it would be my own fault if I got hurt. I want to be with you, I want to prove how much I care about you, but you keep pushing me away. If you truly feel the same, then you'd give me a chance to show you that our relationship isn't just some waste of time." He was quiet for a moment, his head was buried in his hands. He was thinking, he always thought before he talked, and you quietly watched him. You loved him, but if he thought he was a danger to you, then you would respect his wishes. You crawled over to where he sat, laying your head on his shoulder. He looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I do care about you." He stated, though it was barely inaudible, "I love you more than anyone I've ever met before, but what I am, it makes things much more difficult for you-"

"So? I can take care of myself, I'm not stupid, Remus-"

"I know, Krista, but I'm dangerous-"

"No you're not-"

"Stop interrupting me-"

"NO! I love you! Would you rather me go down there and say it front of everyone else, and not keep the matter private for now." He looked over your face, which looked completely serious at the moment. He looked away weakly. He, after all, had known you since you were eleven, he knew when he had lost an arguement and he knew you had no shame when it came to getting something you wanted. It only proved to him how much you cared, but there were still things to think of, your safety, your health, he couldn't take very good care of you, he could always try though, but what if he hurt you? All these thoughts were reeling through his mind, while you watched him, your eyes scanning his face for any reaction. You knew what he was thinking, he was thinking about the pro's and cons of being with you. You had thought of those things long ago, too, everyone had flaws, but to you, he didn't have many. He was too modest at time, sometimes he didn't think outside the box, but at the same time, he was sweet, romantic, and he cared about you. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh.

"You're not an idiot, you know about everything, even when I told you what I was-"

"You're a human being, Remus. And it's not like you asked to become a werewolf. I mean, scars are sexy and all, but you learned how to deal with all the pain rather well. You're responsible, and I know how to take care of myself, love, you just have to let me help you a little bit. It's what people do when they love each other!" He glanced back at you. By now, all your emotions were becoming evident, the tension between the two of you was beginning to get the better of you. Your eyes had filled with tears, your hands were gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles had begun to turn a sickly white. His hand slid over yours, making you release the blanket. You fell into his arms, not bothering to try and sit up again. Your head was resting on his shoulder now, you were clearly comfortable and had no intentions of moving. Remus' hand rested on your back. He had no intentions of making you move either.

"Maybe," He murmured, more to himself to you, "I could give myself another chance at happiness." You smiled.

"You deserve another chance at happiness." And he did, for everything he's been through, you were the one person who encouraged him to continue on, even though he was a werewolf, you loved him, you, Krista Black, were one of the only people Remus Lupin cherished.