Touched by the moon

Chapter 11: Broken minds

Summary:

Muggle doctors,
French speaking drowned victims,
Vile people,
And a glimpse into the Past.

!!!!!WARNINGS!!!!!!!
GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF ABUSE
MENTIONED DROWNING
MINOR SWEARING

PS. THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED

Notes:

Hope you all enjoy this chapter, I fell in love with a new character and thus added him to the story, he is to precious to stay dead. ps. can someone tell me what series or movie Hogwarts in 1970's is that would greatly be appreciated. Thanks💜💙

Previously....
"Do we tell him about Snape?"
"I say we do, but we also tell him to not do anything about it. That way Dumbledore will truly not know what's going on."
"But enough of that, do you think we can get them to join him to?"
"I mean it is entirely possible, they won't tell anyone. And shouldn't take much to convince them. Their already against Dumbledore's beliefs."
"That's true."
"You must sleep well, brother."
"You to, brother."

Chapter Text

His body felt like lead...

He felt like he had been running all day long, the aches in his legs, his head felt like he drank three bottles of that muggle champagne.

Last thing he can remember is being dragged down by hundreds of hands with razor like claws, down and deep under the water. He remembers struggling to get free. He remembers feeling as if he was being torn limb from limb.

Then darkness...

It felt like he was floating in the clouds having the best of dreams, no nightmares...

What happened after the very nice dream?

He also remembers suddenly being yanked out of the eternal bliss he was living and suddenly being able to finally breath normally again... But what did he see?

He remembers waking up briefly and seeing a white ceiling that was constantly moving... The room smelled so strange, and he could hear a constant beeping noise...

Then he saw a face, the face was covered with a very strange blue mask and the owner's eyes were covered by a strange material that looked like glasses that were like mini cells for the eyes. Their hair was covered by an ugly white bonnet thing that completely covered the hair.

They were talking to him, but no noise reached his ears. All he could hear was the static that had begun to grow louder and louder completely tuning out the annoying beeping.

"-ir.... -ou.... -ear us?!"

He saw the strange looking person's eyes widen in panic as they realized that he was awake. But he was too weak to convey his problems and fell back asleep.

Last thing he remembers hearing is lots of panicking voices and a long beeping sound, and then he was back in the heavenly bliss.

Slowly he opened his eyes, he had to blink a few times to become accustomed to the bright lights. When his brain finally caught up with his body he could hear that annoying beeping again. But instead of the long beeping sounds he heard last time he instead heard a constant slow beeping.

Slowly he started to feel his limbs again... He was now aware of the pain shooting up his left arm and the burn in his throat. He let out a relatively loud groan of pain out. Why was he in so much pain? Why did everything hurt so much when he moved?

His loud groan must have alerted someone of his awakening as soon after the sound left his very chapped and dry lips he realized; someone came bursting in.