Memories Of The Future Dramione Novels & Stories

It was… it was the first time I had seen him to be in this state. “Why are you crying?” I mumbled as I saw the tears that were now falling from his cheeks. It was… pouring out with no stop. “Oh, shit…” He cursed as soon as he realized what he had just done. But still… This… doesn’t make sense. How can he remember that when in this future that never happened? How can he have the memories of me in that time… did he also come back to the past? But how? And… those visions I had, the small lights, the portraits, those images of me talking in my dream… are they all connected?

"So what's been popping lately?" Daniel relaxed his glass to the table,his face growing stern. "Nothing much. I still haven't gotten all of my memories back. They're coming gradually though." Daniel mumbled with his gaze fixed to his glass. He was at least thankful for the little memories of his family and friends that have been unravelling over the years. Memories of the curly Golden Brown haired lady still played occasionally. Precisely when he drank too much. His doctor had once told him during one of his therapy session that memories which gave strong impression,would be first he would remember. Whatever it was with this lady,he was certain she was once special in his heart.

Lyra watched in horror as the sky above them began to split, cracks appearing like jagged lightning bolts, revealing glimpses of another world—a world filled with chaos, memories swirling like a storm, pieces of both realms blending in impossible ways. "I have seen this future," Kieran’s voice boomed, filled with triumph. "The Ritual of Unity will grant me dominion over all memories, and overall reality. I will reshape the worlds as I see fit—erase what I wish, create what I desire. Every memory will be mine to control, and with it, the power to bend all of existence to my will."

Strange machines hummed faintly, cables twisting along the walls like vines. Ava’s hand hovered over a stack of papers. She pulled one free. Diagrams, charts, and notes — in her mom’s handwriting. Her stomach dropped. The letters weren’t magic. They were data. Predictions based on experiments. Her mom had been tracking… her. Predicting outcomes, mapping decisions, recording responses. Her chest tightened as she flipped through pages of schedules, probability charts, and handwritten notes: “Subject A — Ava Layton. Memory recall anomalies detected. Temporal awareness increasing. Response patterns unpredictable. Prepare intervention protocol.”

I feel I can blindly trust him, but I can't fully free myself from the past. Draco: Let me tell you what Nina once said to me: You can't just erase memories and moments of pain, but you can make sure they don't cloud your future, even if they remain in your mind... My situation at the time was different from yours, but it helped a lot. - I think I understand. "Thank you." Draco: Now, I really have to go. - After the doctor came, he said | could leave in a few hours. That makes me happy; I don't want to sleep away from my children.

Right now, he wants to go back to the pathway where he is currently walking. In the middle of the night, Eric is always slipping his mind back to the place where he has found an image which is his future suited woman. His heart tells him; to use his third eye, yet he has declined it. What he wants; to forget it. Since he is not successful when he tries to use it. After a few minutes, he has found the t-shirt which his beloved mother had been giving to him. Less than no time, he tries to hold it. Right now, he keeps on looking to the picture and t-shirt of his mother. To these, he has slipped his mind back; his mother is still staying beside him. On the other hand, Zyrril is now lying to her

“You recognize him, don’t you?” I nodded. Dianne’s eyes shimmered with tears. “That’s something, at least. The doctor said your memory will come back slowly. Maybe it’s starting already.” I looked at Dylan. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I find it quite weird that I don’t remember marrying anyone,” I said. “But I remember Dylan. I remember… the old days. When things were simpler.” Dianne brushed my hair gently. “Your memory will fill in the rest soon.”

" He said it as if it was just nothing. "Are you stuck on this timeline?" She tried to act normal even if they are talking about time travel now. "Well, sort of! I was supposed to go to the time when somebody will shoot me from the hospital. I have a fiance from what I can remember. But my memories seem to be fading now." Drake informed her. It is Derek! The same guy who almost kills herself from crying. But now that he's standing in front of her, she can't believe it is happening. The dead people are now alive and vice versa. She is already dead in her future. That makes her think about Drake's fate.

"For years I've been by your side. I was forced to love you, even in the most difficult times, but... Had I known you were capable of something so cruel, I would never have married you." "You lie!" cries Dora, full of pain and impotence. "How did she remember all this?" I ask August, astonished. "Over the years Dora has become forgetful. The medicine she used to give me to keep my memories sealed is very delicate to prepare and must be administered with precision. She has been forgetting how to do it and so, my memories have gradually returned." August sighs and Dora looks at him, filled with helplessness. "You can't leave me now," he affirms.