A/n: blah don't own do make money you get the picture since you already read the thing in the other chaps. I'm thinking of discontinuing this story.
Chapter 3- Echoing Voices
Sirius looked around the common room while James talked about the many hexes he planed to use on Snape the next time he saw him. Peter sat in an arm chair listing in awe of the many hexes he could name. He watched as James drew a picture of Snape with the aftermath of a hex and they all began to laugh. They were all still laughing when a girl and a boy entered the common room and walked towards them. As they came closer he recognized them as Summer and Joey Windsor. "Its Remus" Summer said in a low whisper when they came to stand next to them.
There was something about the way she said it that made them all stop laughing immediately. "What about him?" James said it quickly to keep his voice from shaking. They could all sense something wasn't as it should be. "He's hurt" said Joey. "How?" They just shook their heads not willing to say. With that James and Sirius dashed to get to the Hospital Wing. Peter, Summer, and Joey hurried after them.
Remus lay still in his bed, blurred thoughts spinning around his head. Where was he? Did it work? He tried to open his eyes but he didn't have enough strength. He could hear the door open further down from where ever he was.
"How did this happen."
"Who did this? Is he alive?"
"He's alive but we don't what happened."
"We did find this."
"It's his father's pocket knife."
"He didn't try to...?"
"I don't like this."
The voices echoed in his head which was swimming trying to comprehend what he was hearing. Even before the words began to make sense he knew what they must be talking about. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. He started to feel sick and full of shame. Now he had to face his friends. Now he had to explain. Dark thoughts began to surface as they always did. What did he have to worry. He was alone. They weren't really his friends. He didn't even have himself any more
When they asked why he wouldn't have an answer good enough for them. They wouldn't understand even if they knew what he was, who he was, or what he been through. No one here knew and nothing anyone said about wanting to help was true. I'm more alone than I thought. Try not to worry said a dark voice there'll be a next time. Even the wolf inside can't always watch you what, makes you think they can? You'll have another chance. You should have no regrets, you were doing everyone a favor. You know you were.
"Okay, time's up. Now out you go."
"Please just five more minuets we'll be-"
"I said out! The poor soul need peace and quiet to rest!"
"Can we visit later then?" "Of course. Now SHOO!"
He could hear Madam Pomfrey ushering the group outside. The door closed but, their voices were still echoing in his head. "Poor boy. He's been through a lot. Really a shame he handled it this way and after all this time I guess he just couldn't take it any more." She moved into her office leaving him to his thought, her voice echoing the loudest.