It was uncharacteristically bright, the grass didn't seem to sparkle like it does in March. He didn't feel the lavender and cool breeze as he used to when lying on the grass. The wind didn't caress his hair like it usually did when blowing lightly. He looked to the side, hoping to understand. Remus lay next to him staring at the same eyes Sirius loved so much. He couldn't read their speech this time, but he didn't care. He deliberately rolled closer, swaying the wildflowers beneath him. The sun, exceptionally high, was cold against his skin, and the grass tickled him as if through fabric.
-Don't worry, everything is fine. Remus smiled reassuringly before plucking a nearby daisy flower. Petals stood out from among his brothers and sisters, fuller and more perfect. Sirius eagerly extended his hand, hoping to lose himself in the touch of the flower and the skin. His partner was obviously playing tricks on him, and the flower flew into the grass. Sirius was slightly disoriented, staring but not recognizing where they were as if everything was a patchwork of different views. He heard, but couldn't do anything about what he heard. And most importantly, he wanted to feel, but fate was taking away his opportunities. He looked at Moony again, who was still quiet. His hair glistened in the towering sun, his skin too, proudly showing his freckles, but that didn't delight Sirius the way it naturally did. He felt uncomfortable. Black wanted to say concerned, but something in the back of his mind made him avoid the word. He calmly leaned against the slope, but suddenly fell backwards. Like into muddy water he has not yet met. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. The sinking feeling terrified him. After what felt like hours, he felt the ground. Sirius huffed, hoping to find out what the stupid joke was.
His heart stopped in a cage. Dark wallpapers, portraits of old men and a tree, a tree on the wall. Not a tree known from fairy tales. An old, wise tree that gave shade to the wanderers. Nightmare tree. Dark as if rotten, its branches trailed for great lengths, intersecting each other. A tree on the wall, with the names of the stars. Had he not known him, he would have suspected that someone had created a star map on the tree design as art. Unfortunately, he knew it. Where before he had been even calm, now hope turned to terror. His vision blurred, most likely from fear.Grimmaund place, the embodiment of his fears. He jumped, making the creak of the floorboards. The short boy stepped right on top of him, without any sensation. He didn't even have time to move aside when the skinny woman ran after him.
"Sirius Orion Black, why did you do that?" Haven't you been ashamed so far? Even if he tried, Sirius' legs wouldn't let him stay at attention. Although he was sure that the events before him were not happening. But his heart wanted to run away anyway, leaving him alone as in those days.
The boy curled up, making himself even smaller. His black shirt was torn at the shoulder, showing a bruise on his pale skin. The woman watched him with contempt showing all over her posture. She watched as the little body began to tremble and tears fell from the gray eyes. Same gray eyes. The teenager standing there to the side felt like he was shaking maniacally, and begged fate to stop it before he saw more. The woman, as we can guess, his heartless mother, nonchalantly corrected her hairstyle. She fished her wand out of her green dress and spoke a word Sirius Black thought he would never hear again.
-"Crucio." The room filled with sobs. Something more than a scream, a sound that seemed to be the greatest suffering. Sirius was still standing in the same place. Now with his eyes closed, he could barely keep from screaming. His body tormented him in delusion, false pain gnawing at his bones. His bones didn't close together like they always did, the pain didn't overwhelm him. However, it all took hold of his thoughts, memories that were a different pain.
He didn't dare open his eyes. He never did. With his eyes closed, this little boy felt he was doing the right punishment, focusing fully on the pain. Sirius screamed. He wasn't conscious or physically, but the scream was tearing his mind apart. Suddenly, in split seconds, his head flashed with pain. He couldn't feel the scream anymore, couldn't hear it or feel the pain. It was probably just a shock. He still didn't open his eyes, afraid of the unknown. He couldn't even think, didn't know where he was. At that moment, his mind just wanted to die, leaving that memory far away. At times he heard whispers. Regulus? No, his mother wouldn't let him go in there.
He felt so overwhelmed that his eyes started watering again. This ocean, however, was drowning in something soft. Unwittingly, he opened his eyes, shaking himself into burning whiteness. "Sirius, what happened?" you screamed! Everything's all right? -No no no. It was a dream again. Another nightmare that came suddenly and wanted to end it. He grabbed everything that was closest to him. Soft materials familiar to his senses but not to his brain at the moment. He heard something, but he didn't want to hear it, lest he get hope again. He continued to cry, the salt drops drowning in the softness around him. He was still struggling with real when he panicked when he felt something hold him in one place. It's over. This thing will kill him. The Gryffindor soul ordered him to defy it. Fight. He had felt so many things in the indefinite near future that he didn't care what he felt he had to do now. He just did it.
He opened his swollen eyelids, this time seeing clearly. A face he knew so well. Eyes that had words etched into them. Emotions, colors and various strange things that were not there before. He took a chance and hoped. "Remus, I'm so scared, I don't know what's going on please." Another real thing was his voice. He jumped and shivered as his cried, and shivered as his body decided to. He had nothing to lose. With the last of his strength, he sank into the arms he saw in front of him. So soft, so strong. So many structures and feelings made such a difference. Additionally, he felt someone's hands comb his body, telling him that he felt it."It's just me Sirius, you're safe, everything is fine in the dormitory." He melted in a quiet whisper and gentle caresses. The same strong hands at one point put it back in its previous place. He discovered that he had been lying before, but he didn't even notice it then.
Desperately, Sirius looked up. A slight smile, god that smile, golden eyes, so warm and not dark, lips begging for a kiss. His body was buzzing with sensations, but he wanted more. Before Remus moved away to a higher position, he cupped his lips. Wet, slippery and so warm. He pulled away immediately, leaving Remus in shock, like when you suddenly feel the rain. -What happened honey? You screamed and cried. Black's cheeks flushed blood red to match the canopy around them. - I think I had a nightmare. - He didn't have the strength for any smile, but he was sure that his partner reads it better than reading. Remus nodded gently. His hand was diving into Padfoot's hair, while he was gently stroking his hand. -You don't have to say what, just rest and explain it to me some other time - Gratitude boiled in the older boy's head. He just needed one last thing. -Remus? -Yes? -Isn't this all a dream? Other colors shone in the golden irises. -I'm glad it's not.”