Remus has never experienced a moment of waking up not knowing where he was. He has always craved a moment like that, always wished he could forget, in the morning, what he had done, what it all meant.
He is naked, and the grass is damp and cold. There are gashes on the soles of his feet that are going to make walking nearly impossible. He can see the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He knows exactly why he is here, and why he is alone.
There is the taste of blood in his mouth and he tries not to think what that means. He wishes so strongly for amnesia, for confusion, for it to all fade away like a dream, for there to be a blanket wrapped around his legs, the blood in his mouth from biting his tongue.
The morning sun is bright yellow and the dew on the grass sparkles. Remus stands up and starts toward the castle, looking absently over the ground for his wand, wondering how much of his life is going to be destroyed by the time he is wearing clothes again.
He is naked, and the grass is damp and cold. There are gashes on the soles of his feet that are going to make walking nearly impossible. He can see the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He knows exactly why he is here, and why he is alone.
There is the taste of blood in his mouth and he tries not to think what that means. He wishes so strongly for amnesia, for confusion, for it to all fade away like a dream, for there to be a blanket wrapped around his legs, the blood in his mouth from biting his tongue.
The morning sun is bright yellow and the dew on the grass sparkles. Remus stands up and starts toward the castle, looking absently over the ground for his wand, wondering how much of his life is going to be destroyed by the time he is wearing clothes again.
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Does he remember then? How distant are those memories?
Icarus
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