Dreaming with a broken heart — Chapter 5: Chapter 5

He knew when he first saw her that she was special. Because, not everything beautiful is necessarily the creation of magic. Written simply because the idea of Remus and Molly together made me squeal :) AU.

The news that Harry is about to be sent to his muggle relatives leaves him speechless. He fights hard, telling the Headmaster again and again that Harry would be safer, better off with anyone but them. He begs to let him take care of Harry but his plea falls on deaf ears. Dejected, he returns home, only to be reminded that his only remaining link to James and Lily was about to leave for a place where he was not only unwelcome but also unwanted. As usual, she's waiting for him, her face streaked with worry. The moment she shuts the door, she runs at him and kisses him hard. His arms envelop her petit frame and for once he really doesn't let go, letting the comfort of her embrace drown his frustrations. The sudden realisation that they're not going to live forever makes him pull back and look at her. Her eyes convey the same thing to him. Live for tonight. His nimble fingers fumble with the buttons of her shirt and his gaze bores into her, begging, pleading. Her answer is to stand on tiptoe and press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. His eyes widen and he pulls her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her to his bed. It is the desperate act of a man drowned in grief but he proceeds anyway because if he were to be killed the very next day, he doesn't want to die without experiencing this. Her voice sends jitters through his body and every moment of the night sears itself into his mind. It makes his heart ache to love her in such a grim situation. If only the war would end and they would find their happy ending. The lightest touch sweeping across his cheek brings him back and he pulls her closer, resting his chin on her head and smiles after what seems like ages. 'I love you', he thinks as he falls asleep with her back against him and her heart beating under his left palm. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The day she is taken is a day he can never forget. He screams his heart out in anger and grief and collapses into a heap when he is exhausted. Deranged, he finds himself storming into the Headmaster's office and yelling out every profanity he can think of at the ageing man, who calmly proceeds to offer him a seat. 'She's gone! She's gone, Albus and you want me to sit? She's the only one I had and now they've taken her too. They're going to kill her unless I go over to the Dark side and work with Greyback and his filth! I...I.. What am I going to do?' he stammers out. Her absence has resulted in his brain going haywire and all coherent thought has evaporated from his brain, instead filling them with images he'd never want to see again. Molly with bloodshot eyes, Molly screaming as Greyback bit into her skin, Molly lying lifeless and cold... 'Are you listening to me, Remus?' asks Dumbledore gently and he is jolted out of his nightmare. 'Now, listen carefully to what you have to do...'

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