“Do you think your parents ever did this when they were at Hogwarts?” She asks as the Spring sun filters through her eyelashes and into her eyes.

“Well,” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows, “there’s no night like tonight.” There’s no moment like one you have yet to live.

I've always loved the night.

When he touches her, she feels alive. When she touches him, he can feel bits of his soul dying away.

He wants to twirl her around the swing set, waltz through the sprinklers, roll with her down a hill and know that after disaster, happy endings do come.

You were married, so the story goes, in a snazzy church outside of London.

Far away, into a whisper, a memory that you will never forget, even though you have long since been forgotten.

He will be a fallen hero, and she will be his muse.

He would laugh that off as another one of her innocent questions. He would take her into his arms and tickle her until he had her tackled to the ground, and when she stopped laughing he would kiss her softly and whisper that he isn’t afaid of anything.

She was dressed in her robes and twirling in front of him, smiling like she used to when she and Lavender would whisper about divination and lean forward to check out Harry Potter’s bottom.She smiled like a girl of thirteen.

It was only that one night, one moment really, that they belonged to each other. All the rest, the feelings, the raw emotions that ripped at their hearts leaving the most precious of scars, all of that was solely in their imagination.

When she was young, she often wondered how it would feel to know she was going to die. It's nothing like she imagined. [Let's stay up all night. Let's never go to sleep again.]

It was never a war about good and evil. It was a fight to save a dying world struggling for a final breath of life. It's what made the Death Eaters your heroes. Gryffindors never did understand that.

She was supposed to be his forever.

James Potter's laugh is poison.

When she thought about him, she thought about his hair. Red and vibrant and so crazy that she just had to touch it lest she go insane.

Sometimes, when there's nothing left all a person can do is fight. But Remus has always been a broken soul.

The lines of friendship steadily became hazy. The border between colleagues and something else were redefined and Beverly became his best friend and most forbidden desire all at once... In then end, there was no choosing between them. COMPLETE!

Tell him, tell him you love him. He'll tell you, painfully, that he loves you, too.

Who ever has all the answers about love?