Today was the day he was going to be set free. Some ministry workers came to get him out of his cell. They got him new clothes and even cut his hair. He would look decent - if it wasn't for the fact he still looked unhealthy, too thin and had deep dark shadows under his eyes.
It was hard to get a man that passed the last five years in Azkaban to look like a human again. He would still look like a corpse that forgot to stop living, even if the comparison sounded funnier than the reality.
They got him back to the ministry, where his wife was supposed to go get him. All the way until there, the wizards couldn't stop talking about the poor woman, who would have to take care of him from now on. It would had been better if she just denied or sent him to St Mungus.
But Peter didn't hear any of it. To tell the truth, maybe he did but his brain just couldn't make sense of the words. Someone would come to get him.... ? A wife ....? His mind was completely numb. The only thing in his mind was how suddenly everything seemed so bright. Yes, bright, bright seemed good. No darkness. Darkness not good. Darkness hurts. They would come and check on him if he complained. And then it would be cold. He hated cold. But now it was warm. Warm was good.
But he was also in an unknown place. Would it hurt? Was that a trick? Would the darkness leave him alone?
The wizards forced him to sit down. It was a good thing he didn't seem to be able to interact much with the outside world, at least they wouldn't need to fight against him or be much worried about how they treated him. In the end, Peter just kept staring at the ground, unable to even make eye contact with anyone, too far in his own mind.