SERENADE
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"So I'm not hopeless?" Harry asked, not fully understanding Alice's explanation about the last OWLs he'd be taking for the first time in his life. They sat in the library and in a very dark corner, addressing each other's upcoming tests. Harry's fingers began anxiously tapping against the desk as Alice stared at him with a slow waver of her head.
"No!" she exclaimed finally with a smile. "Harry, you're brilliant, I promise you'll do fine. Just... everything that the teachers tell you matters, doesn't. Except for the four main principles of Transfiguration, that's the only thing that will matter when the teachers assign the study guide. Otherwise, just flip through your notes and you'll be fine."
Harry liked spending time with Alice. She's nice, but not too nice. She'd tell him like it was but support him endlessly. Funny, but knew how to be serious. A little bit overly emotional, which Harry found hard to handle sometimes. In the end, they both cleaned up the sad conversations with a laugh.
"How are you and..." He trailed off, hoping she'd understand who he was referring to.
Alice perked up as the topic of conversation switched to her favorite person. "Oh, Harry-,"
"Oh, no. I've started something, haven't I? Please don't tell me you'll break out into song."
How rude. Alice playfully smacked Harry in the arm. He pretended it hurt to make her feel bad. "I don't even like to sing!"
"I bet you have a terrible singing voice. Like nails on a chalkboard." Harry had heard voices like that more times than he wanted. Mostly from his annoying aunt, ordering him around all summer long.
"Shove off!" She gently pushed his shoulder, scoffing loudly. Hopefully not loud enough for Madam Pince to hear. "But to answer your question- without elaboration of course- we're so very good."
"How so?" Harry humored her. If Alice was happy, he wanted her to shout it from the rooftops. Since she couldn't (because both she and Remus would face the consequences), he offered a listening ear.
Alice was practically glowing, excited to finally share the bliss she experienced with Remus. "Everything is so perfect, Harry. Everything fits in place like a puzzle when I'm with him. Or like a book without a single plot hole. A foot into a sock, a bouquet into a vase."
Harry listened carefully. Alice had made so many analogies already that he was confused about if she was telling him a story, or reciting poetry. But there was one sentence Harry understood. It snapped him out of his confusion.
"He has a photo album that belonged to your dad, you know. He said he was going to give it to you soon." Alice smiled at Harry. "It has a bunch of pictures of him, his friends. Oh... I hope it wasn't supposed to be a surprise. Dammit! I can never keep my mouth shut."
"Was my mother in it too?"
Alice nodded. "Lily Evans. She was pretty. Gingers are always pretty, I find."
"Like Fred?" Harry rose an eyebrow.
Alice felt her cheeks heat up like the sand on a beach under a scorching sun. "I wasn't talking about Fred."
"Were you thinking about him, though?"
"I was thinking about your mum! Quite literally." Alice crossed her arms. A smirk inadvertently snuck into her face.
Harry grimaced, tipping back in his chair. His face disappeared into the darkness for a split moment. "I can't imagine you and my mother, that's just weird."
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UNDER THE MOON, Remus Lupin
Fanfiction❝I do love you so much that I crave you more than you'll ever know. I crave you in the same way the stars crave the moon. The stars need the moon. I need you.❞ It was a bad idea. It was a great idea. It was trouble. It was a moral imperative for Ali...
