He did.
It was an equally uncomfortable sensation to be inside someone's mind as it was to have one's own mind invaded, particularly when doing it for selfless reasons. Flashes of memories filled his mind, an unexpected amount focused on him. He wasn't surprised—memories that you wanted to hide—or at least ones that you considered that legilimens might see—were typically the first to come to the surface. He saw flashes of them bickering as Hogwarts students, her face rounder and his frame lankier. He saw moments of terror from the disaster aboard the ship. He saw himself through her eyes, partially undressed and a scowl on his face standing across his bedroom. Her raspy breaths and her thudding heart echoed in his ears as the moment they shared a kiss flashed through her mind.
His own chest tightened at the sights, but he didn't allow himself to linger. Every moment he took searching through her mind was another moment she would grow more uncomfortable, more panicked.
He saw flashes of less familiar scenes: Yaxley counting galleons and handing them over to her mother, her giggling with unfamiliar girls in the halls of the Ministry. He saw her pinning up her hair in her bedroom, cursing as she dropped a pin. There were smaller memories that flashed in and out of views as he traversed the corridors of her mind, seeking a place that was better hidden and more difficult to reach.
Some scenes were more somber; they lingered and echoed louder. He saw a girl, much younger than Yaxley but similar in appearance, propped up on a couch looking sickly and hurt. The cries and arguing and heavy heartbeat echoed longer, causing his own head to pulse in discomfort. He squeezed her hand unconsciously. It struck him that he knew so little of Yaxley's life away from him and almost nothing of her family.
"Try to remember that night," he murmured, his thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Let me see."
It was an equally uncomfortable sensation to be inside someone's mind as it was to have one's own mind invaded, particularly when doing it for selfless reasons. Flashes of memories filled his mind, an unexpected amount focused on him. He wasn't surprised—memories that you wanted to hide—or at least ones that you considered that legilimens might see—were typically the first to come to the surface. He saw flashes of them bickering as Hogwarts students, her face rounder and his frame lankier. He saw moments of terror from the disaster aboard the ship. He saw himself through her eyes, partially undressed and a scowl on his face standing across his bedroom. Her raspy breaths and her thudding heart echoed in his ears as the moment they shared a kiss flashed through her mind.
His own chest tightened at the sights, but he didn't allow himself to linger. Every moment he took searching through her mind was another moment she would grow more uncomfortable, more panicked.
He saw flashes of less familiar scenes: Yaxley counting galleons and handing them over to her mother, her giggling with unfamiliar girls in the halls of the Ministry. He saw her pinning up her hair in her bedroom, cursing as she dropped a pin. There were smaller memories that flashed in and out of views as he traversed the corridors of her mind, seeking a place that was better hidden and more difficult to reach.
Some scenes were more somber; they lingered and echoed louder. He saw a girl, much younger than Yaxley but similar in appearance, propped up on a couch looking sickly and hurt. The cries and arguing and heavy heartbeat echoed longer, causing his own head to pulse in discomfort. He squeezed her hand unconsciously. It struck him that he knew so little of Yaxley's life away from him and almost nothing of her family.
"Try to remember that night," he murmured, his thumb caressing the back of her hand, "Let me see."
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