Harry Potter is not mine, nor is the song Everything by Michael Buble
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Week 14
A very weird week
This week has been very peculiar, in every aspect. I received a letter from Sirius earlier this week informing me that Barty Crouch Sr. was in fact dead; he was found in the forest by Hogwarts by several students who attend the school. This is most unsettling. Then, as if this wasn't enough, I heard someone knock at my door. It was Remus, which was again, very weird because it was Monday and He is never at my door on Mondays. He came in, and went right over to the chair. He said that he had to come right over and tell me what Sirius had written to him. I told him that I already knew; Sirius had contacted me at work. Remus then hung around my house for several hours before leaving for his own apartment. It made me feel slightly sad knowing that he has to go to his apartment and do nothing. The next day, Remus came to my apartment after I came home from work. We spent a lot of time on Tuesday talking about Sirius and how Remus loved talking to him. On Wednesday, Remus came over with take out; apparently there is something wrong with my cooking... who knew? On Thursday, when Remus came over, I taught him to play bingo, and guess who? Now that was entertaining. On Friday, he came over with chocolate cake, and we talked of life. Tonight was different. Tonight, Saturday night he brought some chocolate bars and a CD with a single song on it. It was my favourite song. It was called Everything by Michael Buble. Remus put the CD on, came over to me and said
"You promised me the last dance. I want that dance now. Please"
He was so cute when he asked like that. So I said yes and we both began dancing to the song.
You're a falling star; you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
And you play your card, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.
[Chorus:
And in this crazy life and through these crazy times
it's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.
[Chorus:
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah
When the song ended, we just stayed in each other's arms and neither of us moved. We were just stayed in the protection of each other's arms not wanting to let go of the perfect moment we had.
"That was a pretty song." I mumbled into his shoulder.
"It refers to you and that is why I love it so much." Remus mumbled to me as he nibbled at my ear. It felt kinda good. It was a really good feeling when he did that.
"This feels good. It feels right." I said closing my eyes and putting burrowing my head into his shoulder.
"I know. I want to stay like this forever. Believe me, I never want to let go of you." Remus replied.
"I love you. I really do." I told him.
"And I love you too. It's getting late." He said quietly.
"I know it is, but that doesn't mean you have to go now." I assured him; trying to make him stay longer.
"I really should go now." Remus whispered, as he kissed my neck. He then kissed me lovingly on the lips, held me close for several minutes which resulted in him letting me go.
I told you this week was weird. Something happened to Remus, I didn't expect, something that made him stay long hours at my apartment. That would be this week's adventure, and I am going to bed. Night.
Week 15
A very weird week Part 2
Something is seriously wrong with Remus. Over the course of this one week, he has sent me flowers on Monday as if someone has just passed away. On Tuesday, he showed up at my door with breakfast, just to make sure I ate something in the morning. Wednesday was slow day; lost of paper work to do, very boring. When an owl arrived, from none other than Remus, kindly reminding me that his "furry little problem" will be visiting next Friday; and he was wondering if I could visit him on Friday, or on Saturday afternoon at Grimmauld place, because he now found that seeing me after his transformations made him feel better, just like chocolate. Which is cute that he wants to see me after a transformation. It's also a nice feeling that he wants to be with me. I'm glad my plan at the beginning of the year worked. On Thursday he sent me a chocolate bar, by owl, with no letter attached to it. For both Friday and Saturday it was like Remus fell off the face of the planet. I didn't hear from him or didn't hear any news that could be related to him. So on Saturday night I decided to go over to Molly and Arthur Weasley's house for a nice cup of tea, and a good long talk. We go caught up on so much that it was unbelievable how much has changed since we last had a talk. It's amazing how time flies and I haven't even noticed that it went so quickly. Although I do write letters to Charlie every now and again, I had no idea that he had visited Hogwarts earlier this year, with several dragons for the Tri – Wizard event. Also, I was delighted to hear of some of the things Fred and George have gotten themselves into, puts my heart at rest, knowing that they are causing a trail of trouble wherever they go.
When I arrived home later that night I noticed that Remus still hasn't wrote me a letter or left me another clue as to where he is. I hope he's alright, and I really don't want to think that the ministry has taken him in for questioning. Oh, my heart aches to see his kind and loving face again.