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The room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the moonlight reflecting off the walls. I thought of Remus – he'd have probably become his werewolf form again.
He'd reluctantly left my side shortly before the Ministry of Magic had found me. I worried for his wellbeing – With Pettigrew gone, if he'd stayed with me he surely would be taken for being an "accessory to the attempted murder of Harry Potter". The last I'd seen of him, and feared I ever would, was his sweet, sullen face peering out from behind an old oak that he was desperately clinging to, as if his life depended on it. I'd wanted to run and embrace him before the Dementors stole my final kiss, but was reduced to only letting a sympathetic smile pass through my lips.
I shivered from the thought of it. Soon I would be leaving his world and I hadn't even given him a proper goodbye. I crossed my hands over and locked them together as I closed my eyes, imagining that the hand I was holding was not my own, but that of the most precious man in the world. I could see his every beauty; his every stunning imperfection that had been burned into my mind so many times before. I wanted to stretch an arm out and fell all the contours of his face, like reading the map of the town where I grew up. I'd be satisfied, even in death, if I could just spend these last minutes with him. Just for now.
A tap at the glass stirred me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Harry and his friend, Hermione, sat on the back of a Hippogriff. I rushed to the window to retrieve my one way ticket to freedom, only to find it locked. The girl drew her wand, chanted "Alohomora!" and let the window spring open in front of me. I quickly scrambled onto the ledge, wind blowing me somewhat unsteady. I stared downwards and calculated my next moves, the drop below me being at least 60 feet. After a short while, I stretched out a leg and clambered on to the Hippogriff, setting it off to soar above the school.
Within minutes, we landed on the battlements with a clank. Harry and Hermione slid off, leaving me clinging to the beast.
"Sirius, go now! They'll find out you're gone soon." Harry said, catching his breath.
I grinned "How can I ever repay you?"
He became irritated and frantic so I began to question him further until he shouted at me.
"Brat..." I muttered to myself and then glanced down to him once more. "You really are like your father."
I set off on the Hippogriff, the school getting smaller and smaller the higher we flew. Each window of the building twinkled and drifted past like fireflies. The wind rushed through my hair, sweeping it from my face to fiercely whip the back of my head. I let the beauty consume my mind. Yet I dared not look back at the boy; at the past I could not change. I took in a deep breath. I was still myself, which for me, was as good as a free.
At sunrise, when the commotion had settled, I returned to the school and quietly made my way to the window where, if I remembered correctly, Defence against the Dark Arts (and therefore Remus) would be. The early morning sun painted the room a delightful orange and made the plain brown floors and desks dance with colour. Remus sat in the corner, his head clasped in his hands, deep in thought. I was sure he'd heard I was safe, but I wanted him to see it for himself; I wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes smile at me and know it without a doubt. I carefully peeled open the window and sprawled myself over the ledge, resting my head in my arms and letting my legs dangle outside the building.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair that she." I recited through the open window.
Remus sprang to his feet and scrambled to where I was, his face beaming. I pulled myself through the frame and stood before my prince.
"You're a fool." He chuckled.
"And you're the idiot who fell in love with the fool."
I reached my hand out and caressed his cheek, feeling all the of his near-fresh scars. He winced slightly, but didn't ask me to stop. Resting his hand on top of mine, he showed the gentle smile that I so wished to see.
"Yes... yes I am."
I leaned in and kissed his tender, parted lips. I didn't want to go; to leave this moment; to separate from his bittersweet embrace. With every touch of our lips, I fell more madly in love with this quiet soul, that I had been so afraid of forgetting. His silky hair glided through my fingers effortlessly, like they were forever meant to fit as two parts of the same charm; the perfectly contrasting day and night of our eyes working in unison. I knew this was how it was meant to be.