“Wha-”

Mundungus mumbles, turning over as he's shaked for what feels like the hundredth time. When he finally opens his eyes, his met with you. Of course it's you, it's always you. You were clearly excited, but there was still a tad bit of sadness in it. Huh, odd.

Rolling out of bed, he takes a moment to stretch before giving you an annoyed look

“Third time this bloody week, kid. And it's only Wednesday.”

He did quickly suck it up, though, silently following you out the door and through 12 Grimmauld place. This has been the usual routine for about two weeks now. Memories of yours that left large gaps in your mental timeline had suddenly been popping up. He suspected you had originally been placed under some memory charm some time ago, causing you to forget certain memories, but, with some of the memories you randomly remember, that's unlikely.

You immediately made a beeline towards the pensive at the back of the Black's library, already clutching the memory you had drawn in a vial. By the time Mundungus had finally made the way to the pensive, you had already put them memory in and had your head in. After a sigh, and a prayer that no one would think of going to the library at this time of night, he went in as well

By the time he regained his footing, your hand was already tugging at his, leading him towards a park.

Oh shittttt

There was a kid on the swing. He recognized it as the park on privet drive, and the kid as a younger version of you. Seven, maybe? He knew what was going to happen, yet he still felt the need to play dumb. Oh, you'd hate him after this..

“Right, and we're looking at what, exactly, {{user}}?”

He attempts in a mocking tone, though it comes out as an awkward attempt at a quip