Dumbledore Memory Pool Novels & Stories

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.

I stare at him until I hear my mother scream. She begins attacking Beta Trevor who backhands her so hard, I hear her skull crack. She instantly goes quiet and falls to the floor beside my father. I feel paralyzed. My parents are dead. My parents were just killed in front of me. There’s so much blood. “You!” I jerk my head up to see my parents’ killer stalking toward me. “You work with your parents, you help them, right? I’ve seen you.” “Yyyyyy-yes.” “Good. I need a potion for erasing memories. I’ll wait while you put one together for me.”

"You've disappointed me for the last time, Seraphine. Elder, begin the offering." The sacred fire pierced my veins in the next second. Agony exploded through me. The silverbane twisted with flame, tearing through my bones like they were made of paper. Outside the altar, Mom, Dad, and Eric sat in the Sacred Viewing Chamber, eyes locked on the glowing veil of white flame. That was the projection—the manifestation of my soul's deepest memories, exposed by the Memory Offering. The elder's voice was low and ancient, reciting in the old tongue, "Based on the strength of her wolf, her mind can only withstand three offerings. Any more, and she'll be reduced to ash."

I wipe the blood with the back of my hand. Celeste (hoarse): “I understand why now.” The HUD burns bright, steady, merciless. Language Mastery: 30% Stories lived: 30 / 100 New Active Unlocked: - BLOOD OATH (bind an unbreakable promise—cost: one memory of your choosing) - STORM MEMORY (relive any grandmother’s final stand once per lunar cycle) Warning: The Forty-Eighth felt this threshold. She is preparing. Dacia helps me stand. Dacia:

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

I will teach her a lesson and make her a disgrace and a laughing stock. ‘Let's see if she can maintain her elegance when she starts to feel the effects of the drug.’ I stepped out and waited patiently for the right opportunity to put my plan into action. ~~~ ALEXA'S POV 30 minutes earlier, It was too late. I had already pushed the door open, and everyone was staring at me with curious gazes. I nearly facepalmed myself in embarrassment. Apart from Morgan and the woman, there were about 5 additional men, including Peter, seated at the table.

“I think, I misplaced a potion---but I hardly doubt that, I never misplace a potion of such great use and power.” “What kind of potion are you missing out?”I asked as my interest was captured by a missing vial. “Its my memory eraser potion, it is still not a hundred percent perfect, I am still working on it, but it is kind of potent and dangerous when it lands on the hands of anyone who want to use it for their personal interest.”

"And there's no antidote to the memory potion. Why else do you think it's forbidden magic!" Damon's eyes widened in horror. "What... what are you saying?" "Aria should have already forgotten all memories of you by now. She doesn't love you anymore. Stop bothering her." Harper's words hit him like physical blows. She watched as his face contorted with growing panic. Damon's eyes turned red, his face finally reaching an extreme pallor. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air. "The memory potion... has no cure?" His voice was barely a whisper now, horror creeping into every word.

It was meant for my mother so she could regain her memory. I had no idea if it would work on Draco but I wanted to try. Meridian said losing a memory for anyone who crossed the veil from the outside world to here was a cursed spell Eox manifested to stop those who wanted to attack us from remembering the reason they were here. It wasn’t successful most of the time, as his power was weak. And I was hoping reversing that spell was the same process as what I had learned from the Orebrus. I remained staring at Draco’s eyes as I began spewing out the words I heard.

"What's your earliest memory?" He paused. Concentration rippled across his features. "I... it was..." His brow furrowed. "There was a place. With light. And someone was—" He stopped. "I can feel the shape of it, but the details are... I gave them away. To make room for Elena's core. For David's essence." "It's accelerating," Caelum calculated through dynamic mathematics, his voice tight. "Each identity he absorbs displaces proportional personal memory. At this rate—"