Novel & Cerita Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction

she said, and Hazel pulled her into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around her. “Thank you, Bella,” she muttered, and then she pulled away. “Let’s get this done with now,” Hazel said, reading out the spell, then positioning her wand on the triplets, who shuddered slightly. She did the same on Bella and on herself. “It is done,” she said, and they sighed in relief. “Now we wait for the entire management of Howlstone and whoever the fuck runs this camp to try to erase our memory,” Hazel said, then she made her way to the door.

“You’re just too weak to remember.” Suddenly, flashes began trying to break into my mind—blurry, violent images. Trees toppling over. Blood smeared on my hands. The ground quaking beneath me. Dante’s eyes—scared. My claws raised in fury. “No.” I said, clutching my head. “No. That’s not true.” “Oh, but it is,” the voice whispered. “You just don’t remember, because the little witch sealed it away with her spells.” “What…?” I whispered. “Sara… sealed my memories?”

I narrow my eyes at Holls who looks proud of what she had done. “We stumbled into one of the meeting rooms, and we saw a map. Then we ran away, pretending the maps were of some muggle cure.” She snaps her fingers, eyes wide. “Oh my god! I remember, we ran into the woods!” “Yeah, running in the woods made me remember somehow.” She slumps in her seat. “But I can’t remember a thing, I was a kid, thinking of stopping you from taking the cure, I liked bullying you as a muggle.”

she questioned "Old?" he repeated "Like Dumbledore ?" she asked with a little bit of excitement. He looked lost for a moment . "We watched Harry Potter movie once, and she has obsessed with it ever since then " I explained . The car drove to a halt and I looked outside at the huge intimidating mansion from the window. It felt as if I was suddenly washed with flood of memories that I had wanted them to remain buried. I tried to keep my expression neutral even as a wave of anxiety kicked in, I felt his gaze on me and returned his stare, he had a sort of a troubled expression.

Not when I stood at her father’s deathbed, watching the light fade from his eyes. Not when I first learned what she truly was—a dangerous, forbidden secret that could destroy us both. Not even when I realized I might lose her forever. This was different. This was the nightmare I had fought for three years to prevent. Every night I had lain awake, haunted by the possibility of this exact moment. Every protective spell I had cast, every sacrifice I had made—it all had been to keep this from happening. And now, here it was unfolding right in front of me. “Hazel, I know what I saw,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my hands were shaking. “I saw your hands glow just now.”

His eyes were glazed over with an overcast pearly white. Harry was awestruck. How did he know them? Why does it feel like he knew them? This ape-like couple was so familiar to him. How could this be even possible? He never met them, but why does it feel like it, way back long time ago he helped them fight with the witches that cursed them into apelike creatures and now he remembered this was the same cavern but way more advanced now. Unbelievable. He thought. Was this his own memory? Or was his mind tricking him into thinking that he knew them?

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

jack said tired of the round about speaking. " man you're a bore,the old you would be disappointed..." he seemed to lament before continuing. " well as it stands this is a space you made which means you're probably finding your memories too quick so after aquring this it will be harder, but none the less you'll get the reward first which will be some memory" he said as two chairs appeared and the white haired person sat down and as soon as jack sat down. " hey... can..... I.... out?" a shaky hoarse voice spoke as the area darkened a bit which confused jack for a second .

since harry had already lost his memories then I see no reason for me to be doing that ,all I just have to do at this moment ,is to make sure that ,they never get to meet each other and harry never gets to remember who she really was or that's just going to be the death of me and I don't want that happening ,I already have him so I must protect him with all my life ,. his mine

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.