Recognition
When they got up to the dorm, Sirius felt a wave of doubt. What if it was always like this? What if Remus never remembered? James noticed this, and gave him a slight push, saying, “We’ve just got to be there for him mate.” Sirius nodded and stepped forward.
Remus was sitting on his bed, fiddling with the corner of his pajamas, and Peter was sitting on his bed, which was about as far away from Remus as you could go, watching him anxiously.
“Hey Remus!” James said cheerily.
“Hi Grant.” Remus replied, then he looked over James’s shoulder, where Sirius was standing hesitantly. “Sirius.” He said, voice panicky, eyes suddenly clear, and body tense, “Sirius I’m scared, I don’t know what-” His eyes fogged over again. “Grant, you promised you would play with me, and I’m so bored. And hungry. When’s breakfast?” He asked, looking over at James again, completely disregarding Sirius.
James looked at Sirius, very obviously seeing the pain in his eyes, but turned back to Remus. “We can go down right now mate, I need to check that Lily, Mary, Marlene and Chris know where we’re off to though.”
“Who’re they?” Remus wondered aloud, all signs of recognition gone.
“Just some… friends.” James explained.
“Don’t you want to play with me?” Remus asked.
“Of course mate, but let’s eat first, yeah?”
“Yeah okay –” Remus stopped mid-sentence. His eyes cleared again, sharp and confused, searching the room for Sirius. “Sirius! Please help me! What’s going on? It’s so foggy and broken –”.
But before anyone could respond, the fog returned, and Remus’s face lit up again with an almost unnatural cheer. “Okay, Grant!” he said, his tone suddenly bright and childlike, as if nothing had happened. He seemed completely unaware of the confusion in the room, oblivious to the weight of the situation.