Aannndddd... Another one! I Am on a roll!

So, I've decided to end it here. Leave the rest up to your imagination. I have, however- already started via Word documents... one about Dominique, which I am enjoying and hope you will too! I'll probably post the first chapter this weekend. Thank you so much for all the support and stuffs. If you have any criticism please share w/ me!

-MaggslovesPerry

Most of that year at Hogwarts I cruised through. Vivian got top scores to be an Auror, and, though I would've joined her, I wanted to go live with Teddy. We stayed together, visiting on Hogsmeade weekends and sending letters. But, that summer, my mother insisted we go to France to visit her sister, and I was torn away from him.

Finally, after a hot day in France, I sat down in an outdoor café and smiled as an owl flew down and stood on the table. I took the note off and fed it some cake.

Dear Victoire,

I'm required to inform you by Wizarding rules before you fall in love with me; I am a dangerous half-breed who may or may not accidently kill you once a month. I am also required to inform you by the rules of some intangible thing that I, Teddy Lupin, am in love with you. Love is dangerous for me, as I have mentioned in sentence 1. It can also be wonderful and beautiful, and a little dark and humorous. You provide the beauty and I'll provide the darkness. A little insanity is helpful, and I don't even know what amount I have. I am required to inform you that I want to have small metamorphagus kiddos with you, who can roam at night with me when I turn into a wolf (did you know I could do that?). And that I will not be kind all the time. I will say harsh words to you. I will say mean things. I will get angry. I will leave. But that doesn't change how I feel. Look, I may be crazy, but I'm crazy about you. And that's what matters to me.

So stay with me. And come live with me.

Please.

Teddy Lupin

I reread it several times, my grin spreading, and finally, flipped the parchment over and scrawled a note.

What it ever really a question?

And in that last moment; I thought of those painted stars. I would've live in that room anymore. The stars were real; right outside our flat. And they would always be there.