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Remus open his eyes again,
He believed he was death, he die, a few minutes ago, he had close his eyes and thought at him.
Had quit his miserable life, like a tired old man, he had stepped aside,
and then why does he fell more alive than before?
He gets up suddenly, his body doesn't hurt hm, or at least, not for the old age.
He blinks. Where i am?
He thinks he would never see the light of day again. He runs a hand over his head, his hair soft to the touch, he wears a old pajamas that profume like a chocolate and dust, he glances at his bed, the converse are messy and familiar... everything is familiar.
Remus makes a face, he looks around as if he were in a lucid dream. But it wasn't, he remembered being dead.
The dormitory it's the same as years before, four beds, with the canopy closed. James's bed, to his right,
with his beloved Quidditch broom beside him, and his clothes folded on an armchair.
In front of Remus, however, was Sirius' bed, Remus remember this of the multiple posters of singer on the wall, David Bowie, T-rex, Freddy Mercury...
and for the disorder, obviously, there are a multiple of clothes huddled next to the bed.
Remus lets out a small smile, tipical of Sirius.
And... Peter's bed, Remus feels a small shiver run down his spine. Peter Pettigrew, the traitor. He was tasked with protecting Lily and James, he was the only one who knew their location. Fucking Peter Pettigrew, the ruin of their life.
This dream is... very realistic, Remus rubs his eye, the familiar mod is... confortable, this calm is confortable. Why are you there? He should he be in heaven? or in the realm of the dead, whatever that is.
Remus yawns, he was pretty sure dying didn't mean time travel.
Whach his body, the pijamas was tight on him.
He tries to make a movement, but immediately a sharp pang of pain hits him, Remus lets out a groan.
Holy shit, what was that?
Remus open his eyes wide, you can't feel pain in dreams.