Remembering Me

wall.street light.Children dressed in strange shapes.I was like a reef in a rushing river, and everything receded behind me at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

Looking down, I saw my hands gripping the handle tightly, and the streamer of metal surface flashing under my body.

Ah yes, this is my bike, old man.How long has it been since I thought of it?

A car screeched to a stop beside me, another, another intersection cluttered, another.

Anyone honk?I didn't hear it, the bike must be faster now than it was the last time they beat Jaime's Silver Arrows, but I didn't even hear the wind.

Am I in a hurry?why not flyBecause it's almost here.

There was a squeaking sound from under the tires.Fragments of cement and glass.The ground stopped flowing, and everything returned to silence again.

I look up.

A small two-story building hangs with an irregularly shaped black void, a swallowing mouth.

The air exploded.

Night turned to day, the crowd fled around me, and the maw fell beneath me.There is a pale hand in front of me, the remains of its food.

I stand up.

Several people surrounded me, their formation and movements were professional and well-trained.Their faces swirled around me and it made me dizzy.In it I recognized a face that belonged to a child who must not have been away from Hogwarts for long, the wide-eyed blue eyes filled with fear, and I almost sympathized.

red light.

The world turned into a torrent of passing away again, and the only thing that was still was the two bodies hanging in front of my eyes like puppets.

James.lily.

Huge gray and black cloaks grew around us, and I tried to escape, but could only reach out through the shrinking gap.

Color flows through my fingers without even a little resistance.James looked up, his spectacles slipped off, his normally brilliant eyes were dead.

I came across a splinter before the background came to rest, and I grabbed it like a lifeline, and desperately held it up to my eyes, blocking those dead eyes.

A girl is watching me from the inside.

Jessica.

The next day, I woke up from a hangover to the sound of Molly directing the kids to clean the guest room outside the door.The head hurts and I'd love to lie down a little longer but not feeding Buckbeak will probably tear down the attic.I listened for a while, and after confirming that Molly was in the guest room, I climbed out of bed.

There were no bottles or corks, the only evidence of last night's booze was a small wine stain at the foot of the bed, and the bag of dead rats by the door was gone.

"Jace took them up to the attic for you yesterday," said Remus, standing in the doorway of my room with the same hangover on his face. "It's almost noon, I'll come over and have a look."

"Oh," the dream flashed through my mind, and I looked around the room at the stale golds and reds, as if they had suddenly taken on interesting connotations. "Oh. Uh, so...Jace, she...?"

"Before she left, she cleaned the room, fed Buckbeak, and got me next door," Remus said flatly. "I can't remember the exact order. I was...not very sober."

Looking at each other, Remus was a little embarrassed.I started laughing, and before it got out of control he joined in, shaking his head.

"What does this tell us?" I was a little breathless, "Don't...don't drink with gypsies."

Remus took a deep breath, trying to be serious.

"Don't talk, keep it up." I held up a hand and saw it shaking. "My head hurts enough."

"You are... in your current physical condition, you really shouldn't do this." The stubborn guy insisted on finishing what he was going to say.

I snapped, "As always, Moonface. How did I remember you cast the Summoning Charm when we were done drinking too?"

"I told you I wasn't sober at the time." Remus sighed, "Don't be an example, Padfoot. I've already asked Molly to watch over you, and you must not have another drop of wine tonight."

"I..." Remus narrowed his eyes, and I swallowed the remaining words, "Okay, okay. When are you leaving?"

"In about 5 hours, I will go back to my original house and transform." Remus said calmly, "Next, I will go to the Ministry of Magic for review. These two days..."

"What review?"

"Scrutiny under the new Anti-Werewolf Act."

Immediately I realized he was in a new round of trouble caused by his werewolf status - for who knows how many times over the years, even though the other 29 nights and 30 days of every month he was all you could hope for yourself The nicest guy I've ever met, and he never hurt anyone other than himself.

"Fucking shit. When did they make another pile of shit?"

"Probably not long after the holidays started. I've been pushed a few times, I guess because they couldn't get in touch with any other werewolves." Remus didn't complain about my choice of words, which meant his The mood was so bad that I had to be the motivator.

"If I were you, I'd go today and tell 'em 'You better hurry up, lads. It's getting dark'," I said.

Remus smiled weakly.

"Unfortunately the registration office is closed during the full moon."

James would know how to put Remus in a good mood, he would know when to say something, he was the one that held us together and I never was.Damn, I miss him so much.

"Listen to Molly these two days, and don't make trouble for yourself." Remus spoke first, and continued what he said before I interrupted him.

"Yes, yes. Mom." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good luck, Moonface."

As Remus said, he didn't show up for the next few days, but Tonks spent more time at the headquarters.She was very enthusiastic, which made Molly terrified after waking up to the portrait at the door a dozen times, so she tried every means to keep Tonks free.But even when he was sitting on the sofa, Tonks always seemed to have a way to keep the coffee pot placed on him properly.

Besides, most of what she did was climb up to the attic to talk to me, and try to get me down - in that sense Tonks was doing pretty much what Remus had been doing.In fact, I wonder if Remus asked her to do this, after all, she obviously doesn't like the smell of the attic and Buckbeak who lives here, and I usually don't describe myself as amiable or humorous.

Most of the time I sat in the corner of the room and Buckbeak stared and made some gestures that I didn't know what they meant, while Tonks sat next to me and talked non-stop, sometimes because of Buckbeak's movements Startled.

I try not to be impatient, but when I do I guess I'm not as impatient as I appear to be, and I actually thought it was interesting to hear her complain about her parents.

Tonks's mother, Andromeda, was my favorite cousin, and of course she, along with the rest of the Blacks who seemed human to me, was expelled for marrying a Muggle-born.In my impression, Andromeda was elegant, courteous, and well-organized. The contrast between their mother and daughter in this regard is astonishing.

Domeda didn't seem very happy about her daughter becoming an Auror, which is why Tonks would rather spend time in this old house than go home after work.Hearing too much of Tonks' complaints about her mother and peers being sexist and thinking she can't fight because she's a girl, it took me a while not to tell the truth: her fighting ability is unquestionable, but tracking and surveillance needs to be concealed Taking a mission with someone who stumbles over his feet every two steps is a life-threatening task.

In addition to venting his dissatisfaction, Tonks also hesitantly told me that when I was convicted, Domeda was one of the few people who approached the Ministry of Magic to give me a fair trial.It was just because I was too "heinous" and people from the Black family were not always trusted among the "good guys", her proposal was not adopted.

To be honest, I didn't know how to respond to this matter, but fortunately Tonks changed the subject immediately.