Dumbledore Memory Pool Novels & Stories

"She doesn't remember." "Remember what?" I demanded. My head was pounding. The power inside me felt like a living thing, thrashing against my ribs, trying to get out. "What are you talking about?" "Mia." The voice was calm, commanding. Dracula stepped into the room, moving through the others like smoke. His crimson eyes locked onto mine. "Your power is returning. But it's unstable. It's attacking your mind. Erasing your own memories." "That's not possible," I said. But even as I said it, I knew it was true. Because there were gaps in my memory. Holes where something should be. I knew my name. Knew I was dead. Knew about the Soul Recycle Program.

"I am your childhood best friend. We grew up together in the Northern River Pack before you came here to marry Soren. We used to share everything, Evelyn. We were like sisters." *Amanda.* The name echoed in my mind, but it triggered absolutely nothing. A sudden flash of anger hit my chest. Why did I not have this memory? Orion’s sorcerer had used ancient, dark magic to pull the memories out of Evelyn’s dead brain and place them into mine. I was supposed to have her whole life inside my head. But then, a cold realization hit me. The sorcerer could only extract what was still fresh or deeply tied to her emotional trauma in this palace.

" My mouth slowly curved into a faint smile. A single tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eye. In Claire's terrified cry, I lost consciousness. My mind drifted through pain and static. Then a white light opened somewhere deep inside my memory. It was ten years ago, a quiet afternoon in the woods behind the school.

Memory assured her. “Good, good. Do you ever just... set something down and then walk off and forget it?” “All the time,” Memory admitted. Helen giggled. “There you go.” Of course, she knew that about her granddaughter. She’d once found her phone in a container of margarine. It shouldn’t be too hard to convince Memory that she’d propped the door and just didn’t remember it, but Helen would have to be more careful about how she used her magic. “Well, if you’re sure you want to help out, I’d love to have you,” Memory said with a friendly smile. “Of course, if you change your mind, I understand.”

"Alright, since most of you here are fresh students, I am going to teach you a little trick. It just so happen that, there is such a spell that could help you remember everything that you memorized on a single night." Professor De Belen was pertaining to the Retention Spell. This spell has its equal share of boon and bane. The perk of learning this spell is that this spell will allow one to retain every information that they memorized the night prior to its usage. Now, the bane of its spell aside from it requires its user to use its source, example the book, and place it under the pillow and literally sleep with it; the effectiveness of this spell could also only last for 12 hours at most

“When and what do I need to do?” Tabitha sighed, “after all this werewolf business is over, but before you move. It has to be here. The magic in this land will help us. We need all the help we can get to remove the barrier inside your head. It won’t give you back everything. The only thing that will give you back every memory is killing the witch Helena. But hopefully it will show you what you need to know to find Helena and whoever else that did this to you.” “Thank you, Tabitha.”

I tell them. This gets their attention, they close their books and sip at their tea while listening to me explain my dream and memory of my parents. I have to explain how Dorothy had lifted the memory block spell and Cora filtered memories to me gradually or if one was important so that I wasn’t overwhelmed. They are fascinated by Cora’s ability to do so and tell me how usually a person can take weeks to recover from the memories returning, as the sudden influx of information and emotion is too overwhelming for some people.

“Anyway, I will teach you the spell for fun.” And so… her witch friend demonstrated everything about the spell… Brivago. - - - - - With a sadistic grin, she remembered everything from that precious memory safely tucked in the deepest part of Diana’s heart – the part of her past which was not corrupted. She remembered everything except for her name and face. But Diana would never forget that voice. Her image overlapped with what her witch friend demonstrated in front of that memory of her past life. Pointing her sharp claws against her chest, she glanced at the almost-complete spell from the eleven warlocks.

As I reached the second spell, rain began to lash against the windows, conjured by my magic into a stormy tempest outside. Chanting the final spell, I felt my aura blaze brightly, casting a glow around me as I wove the magic that would erase Alpha's memories. The intensity of my focus was palpable, each word spoken with unwavering determination. I visualized the specific memories, carefully unraveling them from Alpha's mind, layer by layer, until they were no more.

Doctor Bobby searched frantically for one of his potion. They are all blue, but he knows what he has done and why he had kept them at his secret apartment, and not the hospital. It shouldn't be in a wrong hand, as a matter of fact, it should not be with Sandra. He hasn't even shared the secret with anyone, not even his colleagues, who are experts in the business, let alone, leaving something like that in the hands of Sandra. He has been working in a lot of things in his Lab, and the potion to make one loose memory and regain memory is one of his many works.