Snape's Worst Memory Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

The pool's water darkened, turning into a swirling vortex. Echo's voice, now filled with panic, rang out. "Beware! The memories are rebelling, seeking to trap you in their grasp!" As the vortex grew more powerful, pulling us closer, a singular thought echoed in my mind: Would this be the memory that consumes us? The force of the vortex was unyielding, and despite our efforts to resist, Richard and I were being drawn closer. The once tranquil pool now resembled a maelstrom of despair, its depths beckoning with the weight of countless memories.

she scolded them. Jonathan and Damien suddenly thought Sophia had lost her mind from fear. The shack was a snake? "Sophia, you might need to sit down for a moment," Marcus, who had been observing from a distance, quickly approached. "I don't need to sit down; I need to stay away from you all," Sophia snapped at him. She saw the look on his face, the look on all their faces. They did not believe her. "Your great eternal flame is in the stomach of a massive black snake. It calls itself the guardian of the flame and servant of the night. You all walked right into its mouth to get marked," she said to them. A piece of her actually liked the fact that they did not know.

"Do you think Master Soren will be able to help him?" Aidan sighed heavily, weariness etched in every line of his face. "Master Soren reassured us that he will do everything in his power to treat Phenrix and help him regain his memories. But he warned us that it might take time. According to him, Phenrix's memory loss wasn't coincidental or accident. It was something deliberately done on him by the enemies. It probably that they expunged his memory with drugs or with some kind of dark magic and we are not even able to suspect anybody because we haven't experienced such thing before."

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

Belle re-applied her make-up using the works bathroom mirror. She kept her eyes low until it was time to apply the kohl liner and she was forced to look herself in the eye. Memories of that boy flooded her brain. Every time she looked at her face, she saw his, crumbling as she issued her crushing rejection. Each time she tried to think about something else, anything else, but his face would always appear. His sad blue eyes, messy dyed-black hair, and stereotypical snake-bite piercings.

I saw flashes of Lucas and Malcom. The memory spell was my least favorite spell. It worked fine but if this glass ball ever broke, they would get their memories back. I have a small case of glass balls in my house protecting my secret. I hated killing almost everyone that found out and I would do the memory spell more often but I usually couldn't get the people trying to kill me to stay still long enough. I go into the closet and carefully hide the glass ball between clothes. I walk out and a blade whizzed past my face so close I could watch my eyes turn red.

Evelyn said handing Luna Sophia something in a small bottle “drink this you will forget you brought her here they won’t be able to get information out of you that you don’t know” “You won’t remember me?” I sounded sad, the two women exchanged a look “of course, I will remember my dear, how could I forget you, you are the daughter I always wanted I just wish things could have been different, this is a memory potion I won’t remember where you are, that way if they ask me, I won’t be able to tell them, and you will be safe” and with that she drank the clear liquid, hugged my one last time and left. Leaving me standing on the porch looking confused.

King sneered. The moment Draco looked into King's eyes, he felt like his soul has been sucked out of his body. The only thing left was memories. Ones that he had buried deep inside of him... his won't nightmare. He was unaware that he was screaming, “No! Please, let me go!”