Someone was screaming. He was in pain and someone was screaming. He didn’t understand what was going on, the pain was everywhere like thousands of needles going through him at the same time.
He was screaming, he didn’t understand but he knew, it wasn’t someone who was screaming, it was him. The pain was too much, his throat hurt but not more than his nerves who felt on fire.
If he stops screaming, maybe his throat will hurt less and everything will stop.
It didn’t stop.
But now he could hear the other sounds around him, if he could focus through the pain. One sound made him think of a laugh, but not a recomforting laugh, a crazy laugh. He didn’t like it. He wanted it to stop but he couldn’t, it probably wasn’t him who was laughing. Somebody was surely next to him then, they could help him, if he asked, if he pleaded. Maybe the pain will stop.
He tried to plead, but he is not sure it works, he can’t focus, the pain is too much.
It didn’t stop, maybe he didn’t plead out loud, only in his head. But he can’t make the difference between talking in his head and out loud.
He needs to focus.
Why is he in pain ? What does he remember ?
Not much.
He doesn’t remember. He can’t focus. His head is foggy.
Simple things, he needs to remember simple things.
His name ? What’s his name? He doesn’t remember or maybe he does, it’s confusing. He remembers a name, or a nickname. Moony. But that’s not him. That’s someone else, he doesn’t know who, but he likes this “Moony”. Maybe he is Prongs or Wormtail. Probably not. That’s not him. But he wants to know them, Moony, Prongs, Wormtail, he wants to be with them. But he doesn’t know why, and he still doesn’t remember his name.
Oh, the pain stops.
No, not the pain, it’s still here. What was causing the pain stopped. The crazy laugh stopped. Actually every sound stopped.
Since when ? He didn’t notice. Probably because of the pain.
He likes it. The silence. He can focus now. Or he can try.
It’s not working very well. But he is trying.
A new sound started, this time he noticed. Maybe because he is focusing. He doesn’t understand the sound.
He is moving. He is not laying anymore. Why was he laying ? He doesn’t remember.
Wait. The sound, it’s asking if he is serious, weird. He doesn’t understand. If he focuses, maybe he will.
Oh.
It’s not serious, it’s Sirius. It’s his name. He remembers now. That’s good, he is happy.
He is laying again. He doesn’t know since when, but this time it’s soft, it’s better. There is less pain and he knows his name.
This person that was saying his name, he hopes it’s the same person, is making him drink something. He hopes it’s apple juice, he likes apple juice.
It’s not apple juice. He doesn’t like this. The pain is less there now. Maybe the not-apple juice helped. Apple juice would’ve helped as well, probably. Peter likes apple juice.
Peter ? Wormtail, his friend. And James - Prongs and Remus - Moony.
Moony doesn’t like apple juice, he likes orange juice, and coffee and chocolate. Especially chocolate. James likes orange juice, it gives him energy.
Maybe orange juice will help with the pain. He needs to ask them.
Where are they ?
He needs to see them. He needs to- why are they not with him ? What’s going on ? He doesn’t remember. Why can’t he remember ?
The sound is back, calling his name. But he doesn’t care, he wants- he needs to see them. His friends. Why can’t he see them ?
Wait.
Why can’t he see ?
It’s dark, he can’t see anything. He doesn’t like it, he wants to see. Is he blind now ? But he wasn’t blind before.
Open your eyes ?
Oh. It makes sense.
If his eyes are closed he can’t see. He just needs to open them.
It’s hard to open them, but he is trying.
He can see now. Lights, a lot of it, and everything is blurry. But he can see. It’s becoming less blurry.
Who’s that ? He knows this person. He needs to focus. It’s coming back.
It’s Regulus ! Little Reggie. His brother, his baby brother.
He looks sad. Why does he look sad ? Regulus is not allowed to be sad. He needs to be happy. Sirius always makes sure that little Reggie is happy. So why does he look sad ? Maybe if he drinks apple juice he will feel better, or was it orange juice ? He doesn’t remember. He just knows little Reggie can’t be sad, it makes him sad.
Moony always cheers him up when he is sad. Regulus needs Moony. Sirius also needs Moony. Everybody probably needs Moony but Sirius doesn’t want everybody to have Moony. Just him and maybe little Reggie and Prongs and Wormtail. But nobody else. The others need to find their own Moony, but not this Moony. This Moony is Sirius’ Moony.
He wants to see Moony and Prongs and Wormtail. Right now he just sees a sad Regulus, it’s not fun.
Sad Regulus is saying something but he doesn’t know what, he can’t focus. He tries but it’s not working and he is tired. The pain is still here, but less. He is really tired now. He doesn’t want to close his eyes. He is scared little Reggie will be more sad if he closes his eyes and he doesn’t want that. So he kept his eyes open.
Sad Reggie is moving. Where is he going ? No ! Come back !
Why did sad Reggie leave ? Is he mad ? Is it mad Reggie now ? But why mad Reggie ? It doesn’t make sense. Neither does sad Reggie.
Maybe he went to look for Moony, to not be sad anymore. Sirius hopes so. He really likes Moony.
Oh, Reggie is back, it’s not mad Reggie, it’s sad Reggie and determined Reggie ? Maybe it’s sure of himself Reggie. He likes this Reggie, but not sad Reggie, he needs to go away.
It works ! Happy Reggie is here. Smiling Reggie ! It’s small but it’s better.
Is Moony here ? Is that why sad Reggie left and happy Reggie is here ? But he doesn’t see Moony. So no. He sees trunks. It’s Reggie’s trunk and his trunk. Why are their trunks here ? Are they leaving ? Probably going on holiday. He wishes Moony would come and Prongs and Wormtail. He likes them, they deserve to come on holidays with them. It could be fun, like a road trip.
He is moving again. It’s Reggie with his wand. He likes Reggie’s wand. Maybe because he likes Reggie. He wondered where they were going for their holidays. He hopes it’s the beach, he likes the beach.
Reggie is smiling. He can close his eyes now.
He is tired, the pain is away and Reggie is happy.
He can sleep.