He began to reminisce as Lord Albus writhed and struggled in pain in his bed chambers, trying to hold back the shivers as his fever climbed and wiping the cold, damp sweat from his brow. His poor health was putting him in a morbid mood, and he thought back to his father's funeral a thousand years ago. He needed no pensive to recall this memory, such as the vivacity of the scene and deep sadness that had resonated with him that day as he fell into a sleep, induced by tiredness and delirium, the memory came back to him.