Dumbledore Memory Pool Novels & Stories

In the center, a pool of dark water—not frozen, perfectly still. "The Pool of Memory," he said. "Step into it. You will relive your worst moment. Not as a dream—as truth." "How long will it last?" "In the waking world, minutes. In the pool, as long as it takes." I stepped into the water. --- The party. I was back in the foyer, clutching the pregnancy test in my pocket. Wolves laughed. Sera's hand was on Dax's arm. You know this, I told myself. You survived it.

Not really. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said the moment he saw me. “Then why haven’t you locked your door?” I snapped, shoving the flash drive into his palm. “I need to know if it’s real.” He stared at it for a long time. Then sighed. “I warned you both,” he said. “Back then. Memory tampering comes at a cost.” “I don’t care. I want it back.” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you ready to remember everything?”

The trail twisted sharply, forcing them between jagged stone and glowing vents where molten light pulsed like veins beneath the surface. Rowan followed, the heat growing thicker, pressing against her lungs. At last, the path opened into a hollow of black stone. In the center, a shallow pool glimmered—not with water, but with molten fire, shifting like liquid gold and blood. Rowan froze. “What… is this?” “My memory pool,” Kai said, kneeling by the edge. His voice had lost all its sharpness—it was quiet, nearly reverent. “It shows what fire remembers. I’ve tried to bury these memories, but the flames never forget.”

I stared blankly at the bookshelf in front of me. No. Absolutely not. I shoved the thought away immediately. I am not going to think about him. Especially not after the way my pulse had reacted earlier when Derek looked at me in the training grounds. And definitely not after Fiona’s teasing. Nope. I walked over to a shelf in search of a book, trying to divert my attention from dangerous thoughts. The shelves here seemed older than the others, filled with history texts, magical records, and strange psychological studies. One title immediately caught my attention. Childhood Memory Loss and Magical Trauma. My fingers stilled on the spine and slowly, I pulled the book free. A strange heaviness s

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

Ariellas pov Every single memory that clouded my mind and gave me nightmares slowly vanished. I would still remember that they were being deleted until the spell was complete. That had me thinking. "Wait." I rushed out to Alax who was focused on the memories that could be seen being sucked out of me. Every memory went into the book to be destroyed forever. "Is something wrong?" Of course it would be King Alexander and not Alax. Even with Alax giving me his attention now, King Alexander still didn't understand when someone was not talking to him.

Before I forgot, I remember one thing that I wanted to ask as a favor. "Uhm Dale. Can I ask for a favor?" I said. We are still talking while standing due to their crazy rule of not letting in anyone to the Luna's room. He nods "Of course. You can ask for a favor and I will do what I can as long as it's doable." "You know that I am under an amnesia, right?. I have lost my memories due to the potion that I was drinking ever since I stayed at the World of Human.", He nods in agreement.

Carla turned off the flame underneath the cauldron and then placed a lid on top of it before turning to look at Logan and replied, “ Nothing some potion for memory misalignment. Though I do a good job while hiding my identity, there is still a chance that I will be caught which is why I made this potion, as long as the person is not resistant to magical potions, their memories will be morphed without a worry.” “ It looks like you truly like this place,” stated Logan to which Carla did not reply and simply blinked her eyes as she headed towards the couch and then sat down with her legs crossed at shins. “ I do like this place but I am quite certain that you are not here to ask me whether or

“You mean…?” Meala nodded slowly. “Let her forget. All of it. Every painful memory.” “You know as well as I do, the potion of oblivion isn’t permanent. A strong enough trigger could bring it all back.” “What matters now is waking her up,” Meala replied. “We’ll deal with the rest when the time comes.” Elric sighed and nodded. “I’ll begin the preparation.”