Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I let out a choked scream as a wave of dark purple magic rushed through my mind. Images of my life began to flash violently behind my eyes and then dissolve into smoke. I saw the abusive pack house where I grew up. Gone. I saw Leo crying in the snow. Fading. I saw King Kaelen’s icy blue eyes looking down at me with fierce devotion. Shattering into pieces. NO! I screamed inside my own head, fighting against the dark fog erasing my thoughts. I won't forget them! I won't! I focused every remaining drop of strength on the golden mating mark hidden under the collar. The mark burned white-hot against the metal, desperately fighting the purple spell.

Isn't that proof enough that they were hiding something? "If you are certain about this, my college here can use magic to extract that memory and put it into a memory crystal so we can view it, but this would mean you'd forget that memory." The woman almost jumped out of her seat as she agreed, "Yes! Please! Please remove it! I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight if I still remember those eyes!" The mage stepped forwards as he took out an empty memory crystal and started chanting a spell. He reached out and pressed the crystal against her forehead, and the crystal slowly changed from a white to a smokey blue colour, "It's done."

“I was saying that I did lock all the memories, but it won’t last long. Erasing someone’s memory is almost permanent, but locking isn’t. One trigger and she would remember it all. We need to look for the root cause as forcing someone’s withdrawal isn’t easy. It happened when someone and I mean a heartbroken wolf here, is enchanted by a spell of some sort that compels them to relive the moment when they had been rejected in some way, and this, in return doesn’t let their wolf forget and thus withdrawal happens.” “We know that,” suddenly Alexandra snapped. Andrew, who was sitting beside her frowned. “Well, I didn't know that much.” I felt smug, but carefully kept my expression neutral. I bet t

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

As she turned to leave, I willed her to stay then I bound her to my will, using compulsion a gift-like curse from my shadow side, "Go now and forget you ever came here." She leaves quietly and Valoric stood before me giving me a stare as if to say. Handle her too. But I couldn't…more like I didn't want to. "What are you waiting for, compel her to forget so she can leave," he mind linked me. The thought of wiping her memory, of erasing what had just happened between us, made something violent twist in my chest. I didn't want her to forget. I wanted her to remember every second, every touch, every moment she'd looked at me like I wasn't a monster.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

Waited for him to continue. "When magic affects a person, it leaves a wound." He gestured with one clawed hand toward the door. Toward the school beyond. "Memory magic has ravaged the minds of plenty in this institution now. They all have wounds in their mind. Festering things that will ache and throb." My stomach twisted. "Over time," Cornelius continued, "if they ascend in power beyond whatever demon cast the spell, the wounds become scars. They will remember what happened here." He paused. Those amber eyes glowed brighter. "By then, it will probably be too late."

I shrieked as two smaller versions of the armchair started to chase me. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I could think of. I kept hacking at the chairs. Every hack caused them to multiple. Fucking hell. When everything started doubling, I felt like I was in Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This is how I’m going to die. I’m going to drown in my mind in a room of small armchairs trying to kill me.

His hands trembled with fury as he tightened the straps. The images of his dream, the murder, the fire, the screaming, were no longer just haunting shadows. They were memories. His memories. “They slaughtered my parents,” he spat through clenched teeth. “Enslaved my people. Burned my home. And I’ve been sitting here, waiting.” He threw the satchel over his shoulder and turned toward the door with blazing eyes. The wizard appeared in the doorway like a ghost, silent and stern. “You can’t go to Bloodthorn like this,” he said.

“ I just want you to tell me what happened that night, I was too young and I can’t remember anything except Mr Harlow saying that she was dead.” Jacob didn’t comment on the way she called their father, he simply wiped his lips with the white handkerchief on the table and then calmly said, “ I don’t remember a lot either, all I know is when dad returned he said that mum was dead. I didn’t believe him and went to check the shack where she worked and she was there lying on the floor with countless magical circles drawn all over the walls. The wizards association was alerted when the excess mana was detected and they came knocking on the territory, after that I don’t know what happened but the o