Memories slowly trickle into the wraith-like creature. His childhood comes first, flashes of bunny’s hung from rafters suddenly blink into existence. It fades away to Hogwarts memories, each blurb adding new connections to his muddled thoughts, making everything seem clearer. Bright lights swirl around the specter. Non-existent hands reflexively cover his eyes in an attempt to cloak the overwhelming light. No hands do come up. He is still pulling, forcing his muscles to react to the penetrating force of the light. Tom winces and he breathes heavily, though it hitches when he didn’t feel the tell-tale sensation of air entering his lungs. His eyes are still closed, trying to escape from the brightness. It surrounds him and pressed from all sides.