Chapter Seventy-Seven
A Long Story
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away
(Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson)March 27th, 1978Remus stood in front of a shallow, stone basin with runes carved around the edge
of it. A part of him wanted to look closer and examine them, translate them, but his brain
was too full of questions regarding the current situation for something as simplistic as
Ancient Runes. Inside the basin was a substance that looked to be neither liquid nor gas,
but a strange mixture of the two. A bright, whitish-silver swirled constantly, the surface of
it rippling as though being touched by wind. He had never seen a Pensieve up close before;
they were far too expensive to be sold in just any shop.
Behind him, Mia stood, concentrating closely as Dumbledore held the tip of his
wand to her temple and extracted several wispy silver strands. She paused for a moment,
thinking hard to make sure the memories were still in her head, verifying that the
headmaster had only removed a copy.
He inserted them into a large phial. When they were done, they approached Remus,
and he watched as the headmaster poured the memories into the basin, observing with
interest as the silvery strands swirled amongst the unidentified substance.
"Could you lift the spell temporarily sir, or at least modify it so I can answer Remus's
questions?" Mia asked politely.
It was obvious to Remus that she was still holding back her anger from earlier;
playing kind in order to get what she needed from the headmaster.
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded and silently waved his wand over the witch.
A moment later, Mia stood beside Remus, gesturing for him to lean forward. The
moment his face actually touched the surface of the strange substance, the office around