Forget Me Not

Chapter Twenty-five

He remembers the memories. Starting in a small house with a small boy,- all the names and more reappearing as he watched. In real life his hand had been laced with Jimin's, but in the dream there had been no one but himself. It ended with the death of a noseless bald guy named Voldemort. Then they had been pulled up into reality, they'd looked at each other, wide eyes,- because all of that had been erased from history. Yoongi had moved to hug Jimin,- but before he could everything went dark, his body collapsing to the ground along with the youngers. The last thing he had heard was Jungkook weak cry of "I thought you said they wouldn't die!"

    Now he was trying to force his eyes open. The firm mattress of an infirmary bed digging into his sore muscles, the lick of a cats tongue on his face. When he managed to fully wake up, he saw a distressed Nyla on him, and another mew drew his attention to a sad looking Sammy on a just-now-waking-up Jimin's bed. The sun beating down onto them from the dusty windows.

    They were back at the Hogwarts infirmary,- and part of Yoongi wonders if it had all just been a bad dream.

    "... Monday?" The boy hummed, the cat next to his head standing up to pounce onto his chest, simply making Jimin cough. "Incompetent feline, you don't even know what a-" yawn, "Monday is."

    "What?" was all Yoongi could muster, Jimin's words making no sense,- how did they get here?

    "Maybe Tuesday..." he muttered, now sitting up on his bed and rubbing his head as if he had a headache. "Day, Time,- can't be Saturday, I can't be late...,"

    "Late?" Yoongi mustered. Late for what?

    "Birthday,- She always makes pie," he yawned again. "She can't worry, not again,- where am I? When did I get to the infirmary...?"

    Spaced out would have been an understatement for Jimin. He didn't seem to be fully awake, and his words were distant. Yoongi's not sure that Jimin even realized that it was Yoongi talking to him and not some omniscient voice speaking to him via his cat. Nyla licked him again.

    "Ny," he glanced down, "Nyla I'm awake."

    The cat looked up at him,- the same look his mother or Jin would give him when he was hurt. So he looked away, not wanting pity nor disappointment from his fucking cat, and worked up the energy to grab for his phone. He turned it on, looking under the time to see that the date read October twelfth.

    "You're okay." Yoongi said, now speaking to Jimin. "It's tomorrow."

    Which means they had been asleep for at least three days.

    "Yoongi?" He muttered, now turning his head to look at him. "What,-what exactly,- when did? Yes?"

    He managed to turn his head to fully face the boy. He looked weak, tired, no longer dressed in his clothes from the ministry and now in Hufflepuff house set of pajamas. Yoongi looked down to see that he too was in house PJ's. Ew, he hated that.    

"I think we passed out." he explained, racking his brain from proper memories, his heart stopping in his chest when he remembered the last thing the two of them had discussed before using the pensieve. He had told everyone,- everyone knew. He confessed to Jimin and the other confessed back but then,- said he'd stay to himself? The headache Yoongi had woken up with merely grew,- shit like this is why he didn't talk.

    "... I don't remember passing out," he muttered, pushing the blanket off of his body and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I just remember talking,- to you, and crying. A lot of crying."

    "How can you do that?" Yoongi grunted, watching as Jimin stood and lifted both Sammy and Sir Henry off of his cot and moved towards the elders bed. Yoongi barely had it in him to shift to where the blanket covered his toes where they peaked out, much less fucking walk.