Dumbledore Memory Pool Novels & Stories

"Don't come over here. There's nothing between us anymore. I don't know you, and even if we were mates in the past, it ended a long time ago. Stop annoying me." His expression changed, but he maintained a forced smile. "The Memory Lock Potion can only be maintained for 21 days at most. Three days have passed since then. Why haven't you recovered yet? It's alright. I'll make the laboratory work overtime to check the potion, and you'll remember very soon." Lira couldn't help butting in, "Forgetting you was the right thing! She doesn't love you anymore, and you betrayed her first!" "Of course she loves me. She's just forgotten temporarily."

"Hmm?" "What happened to me? Why did I pass out?" He was quiet for a moment. "I think it was the memory," he said. "Your mind isn't ready to remember everything. It's protecting you." "From what?" "From me." His voice broke. "From what I did to you." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was pale, drawn, haunted. "What did you do?" He didn't answer. Instead, he looked away—at the pool, at the walls, at anything but me.

Several Alphas stood among the shelves themselves, sleeves rolled, reading through documents that had probably not seen daylight in decades. Decker stood in the prophecy chamber with Adam at his side. Tony and Matthew worked at the central table, surrounded by records. Morgan reviewed council correspondence with a face carved from stone. Jacob tore through Silver Claw-linked filings with barely contained fury. Helena had sent her Beta to assist, though she herself had chosen to remain near Lotty. That told Decker something. Something important. Not every Alpha would have made that choice. Matthew found the next record. He went still so abruptly that Tony looked up. “What?”

"No problems with the systems. Everything's running according to plan. Execution looks fine. All tech is sending properly. Kallida, your power levels are high, but so is your expenditure. Please, watch that for me." "The vortex takes power," Kallida responded, "but I need it to bring the little brat in alive, and we need him alive to recover the memory." "I understand," Blackridge said. "As long as you're aware of it. You don't have much in reserve." "Yes, yes," Kallida said, as if it was more a bother to him than it was a concern. "Also..." he began to go on, but something happened and he cut himself short. "What?" he breathed, and there was a brief cut to the sorcerer's connection. "Alhor,

He said, “It’s in locker No. 7, Dr. Garner.” Dr. Garner nodded and led Philip and Fennel to the memory storage room. Along the way, Philip suddenly asked, “Dr. Garner, didn't you just say that her memory is with Young Master Lovelace? Why is it here?” Dr. Garner rolled his eyes at Philip, placed his hand on the palm-print monitoring device of the storage room door, and said, “A copy of the memory should be stored here. Let’s try our luck. If we have it here, we don’t have to go to Young Master Lovelace.”

Evelyn said handing Luna Sophia something in a small bottle “drink this you will forget you brought her here they won’t be able to get information out of you that you don’t know” “You won’t remember me?” I sounded sad, the two women exchanged a look “of course, I will remember my dear, how could I forget you, you are the daughter I always wanted I just wish things could have been different, this is a memory potion I won’t remember where you are, that way if they ask me, I won’t be able to tell them, and you will be safe” and with that she drank the clear liquid, hugged my one last time and left. Leaving me standing on the porch looking confused.

"The waters here at the center of the mountain are different from the rest of the Half World. None of the monks or people here can enter them without being killed." "But you did," I said. "You and I were in the pool. Or did I dream that?" "You remember it right. But the waters here flow from the Realm of the Dead. They can not kill or hurt me like the others here because I have already passed on. And the poison killed your physical connection with your metaphysical self or essence." Poe turned to me. "Part of you died, John. It's okay to grieve that loss." I looked down at the pool. "I died and became what my family feared Necromancers actually were. A killer."

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

When training was over for the day, I slumped against the wall, exhausted and sweaty. “Hurry along now, I need to close up shop.” She threw the nasty chocolate bar into my hand. She called it Protein Bars, I call it crap but its energy reviving benefits outweighed my disgust for it. “Exams start tomorrow and I have a lot to catch up on. Can you like teach me a spell to retain memory?” “There is a reason why we forget things, Phoebe. Retaining memory can be just as dangerous as forgetting.” “Sure. So, what’s the spell?” I pulled out my phone to record. Knowing Mama Owen, she would never repeat herself again.

said Albus sympathetically. Astrid scowled anxiously. "I don't want to part with him," Astrid said. "For your own good, you must forget about him, child," said Albus with concern. "I do not want to forget him. I want to be with him," replied Astrid with tears in her eyes. Albus gently stroked Astrid's brunette hair. “Go to sleep and forget about tonight, Astrid. The dragon prince is only in your dreams. When you wake up, you forget everything about him,” whispered Albus casting an erasing-memory magic spell.