[DISCLAIMER: VERY ACCURATE DESCRIPTIONS OF BODY MUTILATION AND CHILD DEATH.]
The whole world slipped into darkness. I couldn't even make out where I was for a second.
My breaths were shallow as I tried to make out what the fuck had happened. How did I get here?
"Help." I heard a whimper, and I turned to see a small child... Arthur. Arthur lay on an operating table, hands and feet spread apart and tied down. My eyes roamed the place, and suddenly the lights filled the room slowly, but the dimness still remained.
My Arthur. He looked disheveled, thin, and starved. Those bastards. I must be in his head. But that meant Regulus was seeing this. Does that mean Regulus could transport people into someone else's memories?
Yet my body felt warm, unbelievably warm, and sweat dripped down my forehead to the floor.
