Snape's Worst Memory Novels & Stories

" Thank you for not abandoning me and believing in me. " I feel his gaze boring into my skin, concentrating on what I'm saying.snort."I know your character, brat. "You would never kill a snake, even if it were close to biting you." I take his reference, frowning and clenching my fists as I remember that night."I still don't remember everything that happened." I comment, seeing the blurry, jumbled images flash through my mind.He sighs, pulling in and out with force, almost as if something is getting in his way.

She seemed like a crazy bastard who never let our words enter her ear. " These stupid tricks again? Sorry, but you are just wasting your time. Your tricks are worthless. I didn't appreciate it." She replied, accompanied by the rolling of her eyes. I felt annoyed but I could not force myself to act like I'm the stupid one. "All right. Then we'll go first, think about it yourself." I had to leave first because I was about to hold back my tears... *** Snap - Severus behind me slams the door shut. My mind blew away and I felt there was a tear that trying to pierce my heart.

It was meant for my mother so she could regain her memory. I had no idea if it would work on Draco but I wanted to try. Meridian said losing a memory for anyone who crossed the veil from the outside world to here was a cursed spell Eox manifested to stop those who wanted to attack us from remembering the reason they were here. It wasn’t successful most of the time, as his power was weak. And I was hoping reversing that spell was the same process as what I had learned from the Orebrus. I remained staring at Draco’s eyes as I began spewing out the words I heard.

Delphina's phobia continued, and she couldn't gaze away from the snake's menacing look. The snake's unblinking gaze seemed to pierce through her very soul. Her mind raced with thoughts of her mother's gentle touch and comforting smile, which was now a distant memory and an illusion. She felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as tears began to form, but she couldn't look away from the snake's hypnotic stare.

"And there's no antidote to the memory potion. Why else do you think it's forbidden magic!" Damon's eyes widened in horror. "What... what are you saying?" "Aria should have already forgotten all memories of you by now. She doesn't love you anymore. Stop bothering her." Harper's words hit him like physical blows. She watched as his face contorted with growing panic. Damon's eyes turned red, his face finally reaching an extreme pallor. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air. "The memory potion... has no cure?" His voice was barely a whisper now, horror creeping into every word.

“Did you forget you fainted just now?” Luna fell silent at Draco’s words. Within seconds, the pieces of her memory came together like a perfectly completed puzzle. Her expression changed as she remembered being forced to meet Samson—Draco’s male lion. Unfortunately, the lion had sniffed her all over, which made her pass out.

“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?”

His eyes snapped to me the second I entered. “Selene,” he said, both relieved and nervous. “God, you actually came.” I smirked. “Of course. Better here than stuck with… you-know-who.” I leaned in, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Your favorite customer.” Victor blanched like I’d just said Voldemort. “Don’t say his name,” he muttered, his eyes flicking around like Raphael might materialize from the shadows. “You saw what happened last time. I’ve still got blood stained rags in the storage room from that psycho he took down.”

Two vampires walk towards the bed, but I can’t recognise their scents. “It’s time for your surgery,” he smiles. “What are you going to use to put me to sleep?” “Do you remember that time when Dominic thought he was injecting you with a memory potion, but you fell asleep?” he raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to respond. I don’t. “I’m going to use that,” he continues. “My people at Lolo Forest managed to switch the thing after Diana created the memory potion.”

Velis remained at the edge of the raised dais, motionless as carved marble, his gloved fingers wrapped tightly around the serpent-headed pommel of his ceremonial cane. His golden eyes were unreadable, but his absolute stillness commanded more attention than any theatrical gesture could have achieved. And within Caelum's fractured consciousness, something fundamental was beginning to crack. He tried to count his breaths, to retreat into the safety of his own mind. But that was where the memory lay waiting—coiled and venomous, ready to strike when his defenses were lowest. The memory crashed over him like a blood-red tide: He had been a boy of ten winters—thin, pale, trembling in boots too lar