Remembering Me

The loveliest and most fucked up thing about life is that it never fails to surprise you, and in the next two weeks I learned the full meaning of the phrase "carefully make wishes."

First, Remus showed up early in the morning on the second day of the full moon. He almost rolled out of the fireplace and hit the coffee table, waking me up with the clink of wine bottles on it.

When we were students, we lost track of the time when we were wandering around on a full moon night, and after dawn, Remus turned back into a human form in the Forbidden Forest for the first time, and quickly brought him back in the robes of me and James before no one noticed. We laughed so hard we could barely walk during Screaming Shack.Then we laughed at him for a long, inhumane way, because it's rare for a good boy to make a fool of himself.

The moment I saw Remus clearly, it popped out of my mind, even though the scene wasn't interesting at all: Remus was huddled in the same dusty rag blanket as he was, with his head resting on the coffee table In the corner of the body, the calf with the cock was dripping with blood.

The rag blanket was soaked in several places, and I used a Levitation Charm to get him onto the couch as smoothly as possible, carefully peeling off the blanket that had stuck to his flesh, and gasped.Remus looked as if he had been thrown into an unfed cage, and I almost thought he was dead until he let out his first slight moan.

Classes at Hogwarts probably haven't started yet, besides, he still cares about his secrecy.I sent Snape a message right away, and all I could do was try to keep Remus warm until he arrived.Remus woke up about two hours later, and it was another half an hour before Snape emerged from the fireplace, wearing his usual mourning face.

"Did you accidentally wrap your tongue around Voldemort's robes?" I asked under pressure, stiffening with satisfaction at the name.

"It's the same sentence, Blake. I don't know which part you didn't understand, but I don't have unlimited leisure time like you." Snape shot back coldly.

I'd turn him into a pile of snot or something if the time allowed, even if I had to sweep the living room rug, which of course wasn't when Remus was still slumped on the couch.After treating the wound on Remus, Snape said "Your mission is over" and disappeared into the fireplace again.

Later in the afternoon Remus told me what had happened.As expected, he was attacked by a group of his kind on a full moon night. After barely getting away, he stayed in a dark alley until dawn, broke into a house and "borrowed" a fireplace and some fabric.With the Floo network under full surveillance, there was no other way. On the way Floo came, he was almost caught in the furnace.

"It's not that there is no progress. I have persuaded several werewolves in this settlement, but the news somehow leaked to Fenrir Greybok's ears."

Fortunately, he was able to say that beast's name so calmly.

"Do you think he's gone over to Voldemort's side?" I asked.

"Very likely, considering what Voldemort has to offer him." Remus finished nonchalantly, trying to crack a joke somehow, "Fortunately, I can't turn into a werewolf again. "

It's not funny at all, and I'm bluntly stating this.

Remus smiled wryly: "I think I can try again after a while."

Yes, of course.What can I say about this?

But he couldn't leave this place in the short term, at least until he was sure he wasn't also on Voldemort's wanted list.Not sure if it had something to do with the wolf, but Remus's injury healed surprisingly quickly, which meant I had to get used to having someone staring at me again, drink less and shower more.

One afternoon about two or three days after Remus started bringing me newspapers again, he hurriedly called me down who was brushing Buckbeak in the attic.When I got down to the living room, I was really taken aback: Harry's head was suspended in the flames of the fireplace.

"I just wanted to talk about...my dad."

Remus and I exchanged a surprised look.

It wasn't until the movement on the other side forced Harry to stop the conversation that I remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to mention the double-sided mirror in the successive shocks, but compared with the current situation, it was just a trivial matter.

It took Remus the best of his life to pin me down on the couch, even though we both knew my eagerness to rush to Hogwarts wasn't just because Snape had stopped teaching Harry Occlumency.

"Did it ever occur to you that he really minded it so much?"

"What?" I asked knowingly.

The two of us were occupying one side of the sofa, with leftover pasta and canned chicken soup on the coffee table in front of us - Remus' good eating habits had finally compromised.

"You know. The thing after the OWLs," he said. "Snape spent almost his entire teenage years against us, and there were some... twists and turns afterward, but he wanted to hide it from Harry." This is the only memory."

"It's not my fault that he put a prank above the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix," I said casually. "And just because Harry didn't see it doesn't mean there aren't any other memories in the Pensieve."

"You know that's not the point, Sirius."

I paused.

"I said now that I'm not proud of what I did." I added after some consideration, "But that's not necessarily the case. Given that he was a bastard who let Voldemort do whatever he wanted with Harry's head, I would only Regret not pulling his brain out that time."

"He won't." Remus said as if he could promise Snape something. "I'll talk to him."

Communication channels with Hogwarts were closely monitored, and it was obviously impossible to send Snape a "good morning when will you teach Harry Occlumency again" note.But Remus didn't worry too much about the timing of this "talk", and soon the active core members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered at the headquarters.

Bob is dead.

"To Robert Hollett."

Nine glasses collided, and the spicy smell of flamed whiskey filled the air.

Bob's body has been brought back by his parents, and a simple memorial ceremony was held at the headquarters.Some problems with the Muggle Prime Minister prevented Kingsley from returning, and Moody hated such speeches, so the speech was completed by the most senior McGonagall, the official strict "fighter, partner and family" speech.

Unexpectedly, Snape also appeared for a while. He didn't drink, but stood aside with a very low sense of presence.No one would invite him to join, Mag gave him a consultative look before toasting, and gave up without getting a response.

In the short interval between the ceremony and dinner, I caught sight of Remus walking towards Snape, and decided not to test my own persuasiveness, which had already proven to be on par with Moody's sense of humor - although I would really like to see the old house blown up.

So I went up to the attic, and easily found the open skylight on the roof, and guessed whether it existed or was dug temporarily.Buckbeak seemed extremely restless, which was mainly due to the infiltration of the long-lost fresh air, and he never tried to hide how eager he was to fly again.

There is no ladder under the window, but for some reason I believe there is someone up there.I felt rather like a bewildered gopher being dug out of the dirt when I popped my head out of the window under the effect of the Hovering Charm, and it really wasn't that hard to conjure up a ladder.

Facts have proved that my judgment is correct.

Okay... anyone at this age has a bit of history, my ex-girlfriends can start a football team or something, but how do normal people usually deal with a girl who just rejected him?I really don't have any experience with this.

Jessica's eyes locked on my face just after landing, and she didn't look surprised at all.For the first time, she regained her original face, including her skin color. Her eyes under the cover of night were straightforward and frank. With just one look, I knew that these days she thought of me just like I thought of her.