Snape's Worst Memory Novels & Stories

A U T H O R "When he was younger, around thirteen. It was a bit complicated then; he couldn't even remember his own mother, or even me, for that matter," Severus answered, his voice low as he recalled the distant past. Bernadette sat up, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in her mind. A sudden realization dawned on her. "His dragon... maybe it's his dragon, his dragon doesn't remember Eleanor. Eleanor took Ryder's memories, but—"

“Are you sure someone else broke your spell?” “Absolutely,” said Herman. “I cast a spell on her to make her suffer; at this point, she should have appeared solely because of that suffering. However, someone severed the connection, and something else happened. Perhaps something we hadn’t anticipated all this time.” I cursed under my breath. “What could that be?” I asked angrily. “Maybe she doesn’t remember,” said the sorcerer, and I frowned. “Some people have very strong side effects from that kind of spell, and memory loss is one of them. It’s just a matter of you finally hearing back from your spies.”

My thoughts fractured like a kaleidoscope, except each image was unique, drawing physical and emotional pain from the worst of my memories. When Vexx eased off, I found myself on the cold, mirrored floor with him standing over me. He had one boot on my wrist so that I couldn't use my wand. Raising his own, he spoke a choking spell and my throat constricted from the dark magic. I clawed at my neck with my free hand which was useless. His intense yellow-green gaze bored into mine as he watched me struggle, the air squeezed from my lungs, never to return.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Sienna kneeling on the ground, weeping, "Why? Weren't we best friends? Why did it have to come to this? Who could make you do this for them?" The pain began to cause me hallucinations. I saw Kiera approaching and could no longer suppress my grief and resentment. Tears streamed down my face. My defenses crumbled, and the dark magic took the opportunity to invade my brain. The memory I did not want others to see surfaced in everyone's minds. When Sienna saw the face before her, she turned awfully pale.

Bluey wrapped her legs around his waist and dipped her face in his shoulders as she inhaled his scent . . . Draco gritted his teeth from where he hid "I hate him. I failed again"He cursed and bite harder on his lower lip. He looked around and when he saw no one, he brought out his phone He quickly dialed the first number in his call log. It rang. Draco peeped to make sure nobody was closed by He heard someone's voice from the other side of the phone and that's when he realized he has picked "we both failed again. We need to get a Plan B. I bet she will recover her memory soon"He whispered

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

I scream as I feel the blood bond he made, that final connection to my warlock severe, but nothing comes out of my mouth other than blood. I watch as my Grandmother along with my other coven members, run over to where I am lying on the ground. My Grandmother kneels down next to me and looks over at Azula, who nods. My Grandmother then whispers, “It is best that you don’t remember any of this, Savannah.” She then recites a spell that seems to be mixed in with her healing spell. My eyes get heavy and darkness engulfs me. >End Memory<

I’d cried for the first time in what felt like forever. At one point I thought I saw something within the darkness, the face of a pale wolf watching as I sobbed my heart out. I chalked it up to exhaustion, and if it wasn’t—if Draco somehow had creepy shadow magic—then I hoped his voyeuristic ass enjoyed the show, because it would never happen again. There was something about that spell that dredged up the worst of my memories and planted them at the forefront of my mind. As soon as my swollen eyes closed and I slipped into unconsciousness, I was assaulted by nightmares of the worst year of my life.

She picked her words slowly, her teeth gritted with rage. “Snake was captured, tortured, and even they could not get anything good from him, he was injected with Wolfsbane.” A tear tracked a path down my right cheek. That remained my worst nightmare and greatest regret, I could have saved him, but I failed as his grandfather. “Wolfsbane?" Her voice quivered and I nodded in response. “It was a special Wolfsbane that made him lose control over himself and made him a puppet for the King, thus, betraying you too.”

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.