Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was the book of black magic, filled with black spells that could end us all if wielded in the powerful hands. And once ny father knew how to use it to his advantage, we were all doomed. The sound of the pages flipping impatiently filled the room as two guards stood beside him while Hazel and I watched him search for what he had no business with. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hazel fidget in her stand. She tried to pretend like she was okay, but the memories of her suffering plagued me everytime I blinked. She didn't deserve that punishment. And because of that, I would make my father's death a painfully slow one.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

But his eyes were empty. It’s daddy! The evil man is daddy. Why is daddy doing this? “Why is she looking at me like that?!” Dad growled. “She’s supposed to be in her dormant state when she’s here.” “Don’t worry. She won’t remember this. She never does, does she?” Helena said annoyed. . . . I woke up and sat upright immediately. I looked around the cave and the witches and Racheal looked at me full anticipation. “We need to go back. Our pack is under attack.” And I tried to get up from the floor.

She’s closer than you think… and farther than you can reach. He ran. The reflections warped, elongating into hands that clawed at his legs, fingers scraping against his skin, leaving ghostly burns. Every memory of the real world clashed with what he saw here. Dorm rooms, hallways, even the cafeteria twisted into nightmare versions of themselves. He was trapped in all of it at once. [The Watcher — Maeve]

"Mr. Shaw, we can't continue!" One of the doctors shouted, "The damage to her brain and spine is too severe! The connection is becoming more unstable by the second. We can't extract any more memories!" Daniel acted as though he hadn't heard a word. By now, he realized that there seemed to be a reason behind everything I had done. A reason that drove me to this point. "Faith, what are you waiting for? Tell me." He crouched down in front of me and asked with genuine seriousness.

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?”

with concern Stephen asked him to wipe the sweat from his forehead and then sit next to them nervously "Father, something strange has happened in the wizarding world!" Stephen and his entourage jumped up to continue Zayn seriously, "My girlfriend disappeared while I was working and when I asked the witch Rena she answered me that she had gone to the bathroom! But when Renee came she told me that she was in the garden but! Her memories were completely empty!!!" He finished his words and Jack uttered angrily, "Someone deleted her memories then!!" Zayn nodded, thinking deeply, "What about John? Is it possible that he's teaming up with witches?"

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.

"D*mn you for dying. D*mn you for leaving me with her. D*mn you for this debt." The wolf stirred inside me. Not angry this time. Just… sad. He loved you, it said. More than anything. "Love didn't save him." No. But it might save you. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. All I could think about was the Blood Call—the idea of strangers reaching into my veins, pulling out memories that weren't mine, using my father's ghost for their own purposes. And all I could feel was rage.

My lips move on their own accordingly, saying the same things I had said that day and looking up at King Darius. The sight of him has me shivering with fear and fighting to close my eyes, fighting the magic making me relive this awful moment. “Open your eyes… Remember.” The wizard’s voice echoes into my mind and my eyes are forced, open and I look at him again. Watching his lips move and repeat the same threat to stay away from Silas. “What am I supposed to remember?” I cry in my mind, feeling the cords of magic holding me in place like strings on a puppet.