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The first thing Remus remembered was the blinding blue light. The next was the sound of his head hitting the floor followed closely by darkness.
It came flooding back to him in bits and pieces. The Death Eaters, the two wands aimed in his direction. What had they done to him? Was his wife okay?
When he finally gathered the strength to open his eyes, he quickly realized that he was in a hospital bed. St. Mungo's, he assumed, before looking around to realize that he was actually in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.
Madam Pomfrey was by his side in moments, reaching over to check his pulse. "I'm sure your friends will be pleased to hear you're finally awake. Nasty fall you took back there, dear. How're you feeling?"
Remus looked up at her, trying to maintain a straight face instead of the confusion that was threatening to slip through. "I feel all right, Poppy, thanks."
She narrowed her eyes at him in a scolding way, but there was a certain affection hidden there. "Don't you worry. You'll have plenty of time to heal before your...monthly problem."
"What exactly happened?"
"You took a fall on the staircase, dear. Rushing to class, I suppose." She paused to fetch him a healing potion. "Your friends had you here in minutes."
Something was almost certainly wrong. What about the battle? What about Harry? Remus pushed himself up on his elbows and glanced around for some kind of clue as to what had happened. When Poppy offered him the potion, he knew better than to deny it, taking slow and careful sips of the rancid concoction that made him cringe.
"Moony!"
His head whipped around at the old nickname and he felt his heart stop in his chest. It was Sirius- not the Sirius who had just died, but the young and handsome Sirius without years of Azkaban weighing on his shoulders, strolling over to the bed with a grin. "Feeling better, mate? We got you here as fast as we could. Bloody Peter was no help as you might imagine."
Remus stared at the teenager in front of him with his mouth hanging open. This was a dream. It had to be.
"Let him go. He's fine," Sirius insisted. "He doesn't want to miss any classes. Isn't that right, Moony?"
Remus finished the potion with one last grimace and managed a stiff nod.
"Right. So we'll just be off now." Sirius took him by the wrist and tugged him out of bed, rushing him away from Madam Pomfrey before she could argue with them.
Remus let Sirius drag him down a hallway in silence until they reached a bathroom. He yanked himself away and dashed inside, finding exactly what he had feared- his reflection, but one he hadn't seen in a long time. Sandy hair without any gray, skin absent of wrinkles, kind eyes not yet poisoned by time and tragedy. He couldn't have been a day over fifteen.
"Moony, what're you-"
"I have to go see Dumbledore!"