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Later that afternoon, he was visited by two boys with equally black and messy hair. They did not get very far into the hospital before they were stopped by the woman who could only be a nurse. Her mouth moved and they seemed able to hear her, and this made him wonder if perhaps he just could not hear anything, but that didn't seem right. The two boy's expressions turned from concerned to one of utter disbelief—from the boy who had shorter dark hair and glasses, and murderous. He became decidedly uneasy and carefully pulled the bedding away from himself, then he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He was not even fully upright before he was pushed back down to the bed and the blankets were once more over him. The woman shook her head most emphatically and gently pressed on his shoulders—obviously wanting him to stay put—then the woman motioned for the two dark haired boys to come over.
They walked over to stand at the side of his bed, their shoulders slumped and expressions sorrowful, it was as though someone close to them had died. He wanted to do something to make them feel better, and to express his condolences, yet he did not know what he could do that would help either of them. Something told him that he should know, but he didn't. He was becoming rather annoyed with how much he did not know…with how much he did not remember. He could almost feel the place where all the information should have been, yet it was blocked by a strong barrier and it would not let him through. He was brought out of his musings about how to get through the barrier, by the boy with slightly longer black hair, touching his arm to get his attention.
He looked at the boy—who was watching him with an extremely worried expression—and smiled brightly in an attempt to cheer up the sad boy. For some reason smiling at the boy had the opposite effect from the one which he had hoped. The boy turned away from him, his shoulders hunched and his head down. The boy with glasses clasped the other dark haired boy's shoulder, then his mouth moved and he knew that the boy with glasses was attempting to make the other boy feel better. Was smiling the wrong thing to do, did that make people feel worse, or was it only in this instance?
He looked away from the two dark haired boys and out one of the windows. He watched as a nearly full moon hovered in the sky, surrounded by white fluffy clouds which traveled across the sun. Something about the moon stirred something within him, yet he could not quite grasp it. Whatever it was, was something just out of reach, taunting him as he tried to grab hold of it. He was drawn to the moon, unable to tear his eyes away from it. The moon pulled at something inside him, beckoning to him, calling to him, promising him freedom. Promising him answers. And he knew, knew that the moon had the answers which he sought, knew that he could be free under the soft light of the moon.
To the others in the hospital wing, it appeared that the boy known as Remus Lupin was in a sort of trance. Staring unblinkingly at something he could see out the window. It was odd to see him so entranced by something—other than a book—and it was hard to know what he could even be thinking, as he did not remember anything. Madam Pomfrey had been flabbergasted to learn that he had no memory, he could not speak, and he did not appear to be able to hear. The problem lay with the fact that, the matron could not figure out what had happened to cause the boy to have these problems. She had tried every potion, spell, and poultice that she knew, and none of them had helped in the least. None of her colleagues whom she had owled, had any advice for her either. Perhaps if the matron knew what had caused this, then she may have been able to figure out how to cure it. yet, she did not have the faintest idea as to what may have caused this. So she was left to stand alongside two of his friends, and watch the boy as he stared at something outside the window. Pomfrey could only hope that one day the boy would at least be able to speak again and perhaps some of his memory as well.
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