fandom_muses: Surreal.
July 12th, 1999
When Remus wakes up, his eyes fail to focus completely in his surroundings so instead he focuses on other things. Like the way his throat is so very dry; how he aches all over; how his head is pounding; how his heart feels like it's climbing up along his throat. Every sound seems to be muffled, and as he raises a hand so he can rub his eyes in an attempt to make his vision clearer, he realizes how his limbs feel like they're made out of rubber.
As his vision starts to focus, as he starts to wonder what in Merlin's name had happened to make him feel the way he does, it is then that the memories come to him. One by one they hit him like the spells that he had been surrounded by just minutes earlier - because it had been minutes, hadn't it? He had been fighting in the battle at Hogwarts. He had been dueling, and trying to protect the students - some of them had been his students - and then there had been Dolohov--
Even if his head is pounding and the room feels as if it's spinning out of control, Remus sits up at once and looks around almost as if to see if Dolohov is still there. As he looks around he tries to find his wand, but it's not there, and if his heart had been beating wildly in his chest it is nothing to how it is now. His breath catches as he tries to figure out just what had happened, but there's nothing around him to make sense of anything. There's just darkness, and shadows, and Merlin what had happened? Why isn't he at the castle? Why isn't he at the battle?
And then he remembers; that green flash of light heading his way. It had happened, hadn't it? It hadn't been a dream. It couldn't have been a dream, but then again that is the only explanation that makes sense.
Not that that's saying much, really.
The sun is starting to rise, and as the shadows begin to disappear, he suddenly becomes aware of where he is, exactly. Which only manages to confuse him even more, but as he tries to remember anything other than that green light there is nothing else. Just the fact that he's back in his parents' old house. The one where he had grown up in; the one where he had once used to 'hide' with Sirius. He's on the floor, in a hallway, and his clothes are gone. There are only long and angry marks along his body that are still bleeding, scratches and wounds made by teeth and claws, and he suddenly realizes that it's a morning after a full moon. It has to be; once upon a time this would be the sight that would greet him on those mornings.
Instead of getting up to get cleaned up, or at least grab a blanket so he could protect himself from the cold, he simply lays back down and closes his eyes. The room is still spinning, and now the nausea has multiplied by a million; if he even tries to get up he knows he won't be able to make it. Especially as he tastes that faint taste of blood - his own blood - in his mouth.
He has no idea what happened, but later on he'll try to figure it out. Right now things are far too surreal for him to even try to deal with anything just yet.
When Remus wakes up, his eyes fail to focus completely in his surroundings so instead he focuses on other things. Like the way his throat is so very dry; how he aches all over; how his head is pounding; how his heart feels like it's climbing up along his throat. Every sound seems to be muffled, and as he raises a hand so he can rub his eyes in an attempt to make his vision clearer, he realizes how his limbs feel like they're made out of rubber.
As his vision starts to focus, as he starts to wonder what in Merlin's name had happened to make him feel the way he does, it is then that the memories come to him. One by one they hit him like the spells that he had been surrounded by just minutes earlier - because it had been minutes, hadn't it? He had been fighting in the battle at Hogwarts. He had been dueling, and trying to protect the students - some of them had been his students - and then there had been Dolohov--
Even if his head is pounding and the room feels as if it's spinning out of control, Remus sits up at once and looks around almost as if to see if Dolohov is still there. As he looks around he tries to find his wand, but it's not there, and if his heart had been beating wildly in his chest it is nothing to how it is now. His breath catches as he tries to figure out just what had happened, but there's nothing around him to make sense of anything. There's just darkness, and shadows, and Merlin what had happened? Why isn't he at the castle? Why isn't he at the battle?
And then he remembers; that green flash of light heading his way. It had happened, hadn't it? It hadn't been a dream. It couldn't have been a dream, but then again that is the only explanation that makes sense.
Not that that's saying much, really.
The sun is starting to rise, and as the shadows begin to disappear, he suddenly becomes aware of where he is, exactly. Which only manages to confuse him even more, but as he tries to remember anything other than that green light there is nothing else. Just the fact that he's back in his parents' old house. The one where he had grown up in; the one where he had once used to 'hide' with Sirius. He's on the floor, in a hallway, and his clothes are gone. There are only long and angry marks along his body that are still bleeding, scratches and wounds made by teeth and claws, and he suddenly realizes that it's a morning after a full moon. It has to be; once upon a time this would be the sight that would greet him on those mornings.
Instead of getting up to get cleaned up, or at least grab a blanket so he could protect himself from the cold, he simply lays back down and closes his eyes. The room is still spinning, and now the nausea has multiplied by a million; if he even tries to get up he knows he won't be able to make it. Especially as he tastes that faint taste of blood - his own blood - in his mouth.
He has no idea what happened, but later on he'll try to figure it out. Right now things are far too surreal for him to even try to deal with anything just yet.