Romans & histoires Snape's Worst Memory

“All right, hot pot is fine. I’ll take you guys skiing after that to relax. How about that?” Everyone reacted positively to her suggestion. She smiled before selecting Vayne as her champion as she wanted to use ADC. Meanwhile, Stanley Batton was on his large, white bed in the bedroom, sorting out some work tasks on his laptop. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head that lasted briefly before his vision turned dark. Taking a deep breath, he gently rubbed his head. He figured he was probably exhausted from work. Soon, all the memories related to Sophie Kenwick, the nine-tailed demon fox, and the death of Jeremy Quest disappeared without him realizing he had lost parts of his memory.

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a

she dismissed walking away before I got a chance to offer my own goodbye, but I deemed it as fate since further interaction would probably just lead to another memory I pondered on with a feeling of regret and sadness in the depts of my soul. . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ Hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️‼️

Kyle said defunctly. We looked up at him. “Come on, like you don’t get some undercover Malfoy vibes from him?” he asked me, eyes bulging with meaning. “I mean, yes, there’s something odd about his aura… But I don’t know anything for sure. We shouldn’t just jump to conclusions, Ky,” I swear the reprimand in my voice was my mother’s. “There is something we should tell you though,” I began. She needed to know. “I don’t know who is responsible, or for what purpose they did this… But someone has messed with your memories.”

Horned snakes belong to the earth element, so now I can be sure that I'm not of that one. 'Well, nothing I can do about it, I should just be happy to have a rank 3 blood companion. The pressure on Sara's sea of consciousness with the addition of the snake's figure had increased greatly. The snake's image would release a constant weight on his mental sphere steadily enlarging it. 'The effects are not noticeable as when I use my bloodline power'. However, with the new burden in hee mind, hee sphere was finally enlarging again. 'It's a pity that I can't create another companion. I feel that my mind has reached the limits of what it can withstand.'

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

I inform him gently, “but I’m guessing you wouldn’t be able to remember even if I reminded you of the occasion.” The huge man rubs the back of his head, “yes.” He slowly agrees, “I’ve been having trouble with my memory lately.” “That can happen, when you’re being fed memory potion every day.” I remark, having come to this conclusion only after hearing Selene recount their interaction earlier today. “What are you talking about?” Bastien inquires, sounding suspicious but open to my explanation. That fool Arabella has clearly been overdoing it. He knows something is wrong with him, but she’s keeping him in too much of a fog for him to figure out the truth.

Vincent said begrudgingly, and his adorable face turned red from anger. He whipped out the magic wand that Zayn bought for him as a souvenir from Universal Studios. Vincent snarled, "I'm going to use Avada Kedavra on Bad Daddy!" Larissa didn't know what to say. "That's it," she thought. Avada Kedavra was the strongest spell. Vincent had always used harmless tools like the Crawly Dust or Burpy Dust to prank others. But if he intended to use Avada Kedavra, he must've been pissed.

He has been working in a lot of things in his Lab, and the potion to make one loose memory and regain memory is one of his many works. Sandra doesn't know why he still look out for her, and he could never share such a secret, but the truth is that, her father did not just die, as they all think, but her father had somehow discovered what he was doing with her, and had been so angry, and he had to test his experiment on him first, He gave him the potion and since he didn't know at first how many does he needed to give him and what he needed to do, he gave him too much, which rendered his brains useless, it started to affect him, until finally it destroyed him and he died.

Sabrina's desperation grew, and with each failed attempt, her resolve began to waver. ‌ In that moment of vulnerability, the unbearable pain triggered a deep-seated trauma that Sabrina had tried so hard to forget. The memories of her past, the events that led her to become the Crimson Witch, flooded her mind like a torrential storm. ‌ As Sabrina lay there, the memories of her high school days flooded her mind. It was a time of youth and innocence, a time when the world seemed so full of possibilities. Among her friends, Andrei and David were the closest to her heart.