"Wake up! Please wake up! We need you to fight-!"
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There was silence afterwards, the thing that Sirius hated the most, but welcomed now. The voice...it sounded too familiar.. He had heard it countless times in his dreams when he was asleep, but never recognized who it was or remembered it when he awoke. All he knew were the feelings of longing and sadness, but he needed to know this time. He needed to know...more. He opened his eyes and sat up with a groan, feeling a pain upon his chest.
"Where...am I...?"
He looked around and saw the area around him. It was a long hallway that had dim lighting, with paintings on the walls. Was this where he was supposed to go? He stood up from the black and white checkered floor, willing himself up despite the pain.
"There's still a chance! Reach out! -----, grab my hand!"
The voice echoed from the halls. He knew a fragment of his memories was here. All he had to do was find it...but why did he feel so reluctant about it now? It was as if...he was reminded of something. Something that gave him a sense of curiosity, but mostly.. hopelessness. That's what it was. The feeling he dreaded when he would lose everything. He couldn't afford to feel like that again. He couldn't-! He quickly ran down the halls, intending to search for that memory fragment when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Stop. You won't be needing that. You'll forget everything again if you go look at that memory you discarded long ago."
He was so close, yet this person behind was stopping him. He swung around, intending to slap the hand away, but the person evaded and let him go. He looked at the figure and it was wearing a hood, keeping their identity unknown. Sirius clenched his fists and at the person, intending on asking why he mustn't look.
"Why?! It's right there. It's there for a reason! So why can't I see it?! After everything, the amnesia, joining a random side without knowing, why can't I look?!"
"Because you won't be able to live with what happened. Thus, your memory forcefully repressed the memories. However, that was part of it."
"I want to know. I have a right to know. Whatever happened, I'll live with i-"
"You won't. So don't even try. What makes you think you haven't thought this before? Why don't you think of what you have done this entire time? Then you tell me if you have the right to see."
"What do you mean?! I need to know something- anything! I want to know who I am! I don't even know if what I'm doing is right or not!"
"And you fought at a side you knew nothing about, killing people who were only fighting for their freedom. Falling in love with an enemy leader. Do you really think you can look at your memories?"
"I-"
"Go ahead. You won't be seeing anything in the state you're in. You're not even sure about anything."
"...who are you?"
The hooded figure then took off his cloak and tossed it to the side, revealing a mirror image of Sirius, except wearing different clothing. Instead of Sirius's normal black dress shirt and pants, the figure was wearing a black shirt with a yellow scarf like cloth around his neck. With an amused smile, he looked at Sirius directly in the eye.
"Who else would know so much about you besides yourself? I am you, but your past you. Before you became this pathetic mess you are now. How many people have died just because you didn't know what to do?"
