"Those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly." For Iris Potter, these words defined her whole life. Born with a natural talent for Legilim...
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"Good morning, sunshine."
Iris groaned, pulling the covers over her head to block out both the light coming from the windows and the voice telling her to wake up. Seconds later though, the blanket slowly peeled back over her head, revealing her messy hair swept across her tired and annoyed face.
"Oh, now turn that frown upside down," Sirius mocked gleefully.
The teenage witch glared at him.
Sirius sat on the side of the bed nearly on top of her and kicked his feet up, pushing her out of his way. Iris scoffed as she shuffled over. "What should we do today?" he asked cheerfully.
"Sleep," she groaned rolling over and shoving her face into the pillow.
"Yeah, 'cause you didn't get enough of that the last three months," he mumbled sarcastically.
Iris lifted her head, her eyes squinting sharply, "What was that?"
It had only been a few days since Iris had come back from the dead, but that was all it took for Sirius' spirits to shoot up. He had been in a nonstop good mood having his goddaughter back with him, even though she seemed the opposite. Iris had barely left her bed at Grimmauld Place. She was agitated all the time, sleeping or just laying there staring at the ceiling when Sirius wasn't making her eat something. Each day, he attempted to get her up out of bed, and when that wouldn't work he would sit beside her and force her to listen to him chat incessantly for hours on end. He filled her in on everything that had happened in her absence and didn't mind that she never showed much interest in responding. He was just happy to have her back.
Iris was exhausted. Her whole body ached and was weak from not moving in months. She was drained emotionally as well. She was glad to be alive, of course, she couldn't be more grateful to be back with her brother and godfather, but deep inside her somewhere Iris felt as though a part of her had been left behind. Reunited with her long-gone loved ones only to be ripped away so soon was cruel, and she couldn't stop replaying their faces over and over again in her mind, never wanting to forget.
It was loud in this world. Iris' mind had been alone on the other side for so long with nothing to hear, no thoughts being whispered in her ears, that it was like being thrown into the deep end. Everyone around her, each witch or wizard that came through Grimmauld Place, the muggles that walked past outside, all poked at the fragile walls of her mind. Iris was having a hard time keeping their thoughts out.
She jumped at loud noises and flinched when someone touched her. Iris felt so disconnected from everything and everyone.
The girl could barely stand to use the bathroom on her own, having to grab different pieces of furniture to support her weight across the room. She wouldn't look at her inky arm— it only made her angry about everything she had lost. She didn't regret what she had done. Iris would do it all over again to save Sirius. But she could feel something broken within herself, and the darkness that had crawled up to her elbow was just a reminder of that.
