The end of the war is nearing, and its not clear which side will win. The hunt for Muggle-borns is intensifying and Harry knows he needs to hide her. Save her. With no family, Hermione starts a new life in America, unaware that the man she meets at the library one day used to be a schoolmate. A wizard.
Narcissa Malfoy is desperate. The Dark Lord has ruined everything now with his sights firmly set on her son once more, she does the only thing she can think of that might keep his safe. She obliviates him, sending into the Muggle world where he stands a chance at a safer life, even if it’s without her in it.
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Ummmm.... so it's the middle of December, sort of... somehow???
Gross.
I'm sorry! I meant to post this last month but things are dumb and I'm much later than I wanted to be.
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“I have had an idea,” his suite door flew open, revealing a wind-mussed Granger, her hair curling around her head as she unwound the red and yellow scarf, coiled around her like a sleeping cat.
He had given her a keycard-mind you don’t lose it, please- the week prior, after having been alerted by the front desk staff that a friend was waiting for him in the lobby and while they did wish to provide him with the privacy he deserved as their Most Distinguished Guest, would he perhaps be amenable to meeting his friends outside the hotel and escorting them himself? He had laughed, finding Hermione red-faced and brimming with self righteous indignation, her harsh whispers- I’m not God damn Julia Roberts- accompanying her stomping, angry footsteps as he ushered her into the lift. He had promised to clear it up with the front desk immediately, and had placated her by pressing a spare card into her hand.
Since then, she’d become unpredictable- get yourself a cell phone and I’ll call you ahead of time, how ‘bout that?- in her visiting hours and he was both delighted and confused to find more and more of her belongings making his set of rooms their permanent home.
Draco looked up from his tea, the sitting room, in perfect order from housekeeping hours before, once again looked like a discount clothing store, Hermione’s belongings being flung around the space like confetti. He swallowed a grimace and raised an eyebrow instead. She plowed on, her coat joining the heap of outerwear on the cream coloured armchair before flopping down beside him and stealing a biscuit from his tray- I swear to God, woman, you were raised by wolves, do use a saucer this time, I shall beg if I need to- her pale pink scrubs smelling faintly of antiseptic and what Draco had privately referred to as Eau D’Old Person.
“Since I am the only one out of the two of us who is clever enough to have a drivers,” she stopped to pick up her tea mug, sans saucer, and take a careful sip of the Earl Gray he had ordered- pleb- ignoring his barb, “I think we should rent a car and go to Salem for the day tomorrow.”
“What’s Salem?”
“A town,” she said through a mouthful of chocolate-covered digestive. “I saw it on a pamphlet at the front desk. It’s only an hour away.”
He raised an eyebrow again.
“They had witch trials there, it’s quite famous.”
“Witches?”
“Yup.”
“Real ones?”
“Obviously not,” she rolled her eyes, snatching another biscuit before he could bat her fingers away- use your saucer- and popping the whole thing in her mouth, “witches aren’t real.”
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The War was won, and all was well. Or so Hermione Granger thinks, until the night escaped Death Eater Thorfinn Rowle turns up in her kitchen, her broken wand in his hands and a story she can't bring herself to believe tumbling from his lips. (Tropes: marriage law/betrothal, pureblood!Hermione, ancient conspiracy)
Would you ever recruit Gilderoy Lockhart as a Death Eater? I’m sure you have standards and such but are they low to accept him?
I cannot stand that man.
His talent for doing absolutely nothing of note... I must admit it is interesting. There is indeed some considerable talent in there somewhere, in order to have stolen the stories and feats of so many people. If only he could have directed that ability into honing any sort of real skill of his own!
Still, if he wanted to join my ranks, I admit I would consider it. He does have one skill, and someone that adept at memory charms would be an asset, no matter how grating the personality. And the personality is awful.
But sadly, I would likely have to turn him away. Why, you might ask?
It was what he did to Hogwarts castle on Valentines day that really disgusted me. Remember, I was present, by way of the Weasley girl’s diary. Although I had no true physical form at the time, I sincerely wanted to vomit.
Something I found while writing the new chapter for Curious Girl...
“Memory Charms can be broken through torture. In 1994, Lord Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew broke a Memory Charm placed by Barty Crouch Snr on Bertha Jorkins, and extracted information from her regarding the whereabouts of Crouch's son. However, the breaking of the charm had caused a great toll on Bertha, and her body and mind was damaged beyond repair.[8] In 1997, Voldemort had Antonin Dolohov and Thorfinn Rowle tortured with the Cruciatus Curse after they failed to capture Harry Potter. Hermione Granger had cast Memory Charms on them so as to cover the trio's tracks. It appears that the charms were not broken by torture, since the Death Eaters remained unaware that Ron Weasley was with Harry and Hermione, rather than sick at home with spattergroit, as had been claimed.[9]”
“This may mean that a certain level of torture was necessary to break the charm, or that the torturer needed to be specific on wanting to break it, rather than just inflicting the pain.Since Lockhart's backfired Memory Charm had never been broken through, it is possible that torture was the only method of complete recovery (with possibly irreparable mental and physical damage being clear side-effects), as it is doubtful that St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would commit crimes against humanity just to recover Lockhart's memory.”
And...
“It is also possible, however, that since it was cast improperly, Lockhart's memory was actually erased permanently with no chance of recovery whatsoever. Although spending time in the hospital did help him regain the basics of his memory — mainly to write in cursive and his enjoyment of signing autographs, the latter of which he does not remember why — he never fully recovered. It is very probable that there is a specific counter-charm for the Memory Charm, as long as the charm is correctly applied, thereby restoring one's thoughts and/or memory, similar to the Memory Potion.
“Since Lockhart's backfired Memory Charm had never been broken through, it is possible that torture was the only method of complete recovery (with possibly irreparable mental and physical damage being clear side-effects), as it is doubtful that St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries would commit crimes against humanity just to recover Lockhart's memory.
It is also possible, however, that since it was cast improperly, Lockhart's memory was actually erased permanently with no chance of recovery whatsoever. Although spending time in the hospital did help him regain the basics of his memory — mainly to write in cursive and his enjoyment of signing autographs, the latter of which he does not remember why — he never fully recovered.
It is very probable that there is a specific counter-charm for the Memory Charm, as long as the charm is correctly applied, thereby restoring one's thoughts and/or memory, similar to the Memory Potion.”
The Unforgivable Curses - A Case for other spells to be labelled as such?
Okay, so fun fact: The Unforgivable curses weren’t designated as such until the 1700s. This can be seen to imply that, at one time, these spells were considered acceptable for use, presumably until people started to abuse them and use them with ill intent.
I’ve speculated at length about how important intent is when a spell, any spell, is used, and I think these three spells are no exception. Magic, in and of itself, is neither light or dark, the nature of the spell just depends on how it is used.
Let’s look at the three spells and what they may initially have been created for:
Firstly, the Imperius Curse. As we know, this uses mind control to force a person to do something. The person is put into a state almost akin to a soothing trance, awash with a feeling of bliss before a command is issued. Presumably, the victim of the curse will hear the command and respond on instinct, caught in their blissful state of lethargy. This is almost reminiscent of hypnosis, where the patient is put into a similar state of a relaxed trance before they are issued with instructions or suggestions, usually to help with breaking a bad habit.
Importantly, hypnosis does not work if the patient does not wish to be put under it, and you can also be brought out of a hypnotic state, either by the person performing the hypnosis, or by yourself. Both of these would also appear to be true of the Imperius Curse; the caster can, should they choose, lift the spell, but the victim can, albeit with a great effort, fight and reject the curse, refusing to perform the action they have been instructed to do. Perhaps this was one of the initial uses of the spell, as a kind of magical hypnosis used to help witches and wizards achieve their goals, or to stop them from doing something detrimental, such as harming another person or themselves. However, as with hypnosis, the spell can also be abused easily, such as forcing a person to harm others or committing other crimes. I would theorise that such abuses became increasingly commonplace over time and, as such, the nature of the spell became corrupted, hence its designation as an Unforgivable Curse.
Second, the Cruciatus Curse. Now, I will admit, I struggled a lot with trying to put a positive spin on this spell. After all, what good could come from inflicting excruciating pain on another person? Well, I would put forward the theory that the spell was initially used for something extremely different; as a healing spell. There are two ways that this could be possible; the first is as a potential means of giving a patient a sharp shock in order to stop a cardiac arrest and restart the heart after an attack. It would not have been intended for use over an extended period of time, instead only a short sharp blast.
The second idea is that it might have been used as an equivalent to electroconvulsive therapy (ECT), which is still used today in helping to treat severe mental illness. As with ECT, when the patient receives the spell, they would not be conscious or physically aware of it, so it would not cause pain. (Come to think of it, I wonder if the Imperius Curse could also be used here to put the patient into a trance before the shock was administered.)
However, ECT has also been widely condemned by medical professionals, largely due to being used as a threat of punishment for inpatients in psychiatric hospitals throughout the 1950s, as well as being used as a ‘cure’ for homosexuality. This can show just how easily a concept initially created to benefit others and help them can be abused and used to cause painful trauma and distress. The same may well have been true of the Cruciatus Curse, leading it to be no longer associated with healing, but instead with causing pain and torturing others. There is also a tragic irony that a spell that may have had its roots in helping people with mental health disorders would eventually be used to send two very popular Aurors, Frank and Alice Longbottom, insane to the point that they are confined to hospital and no longer recognise their own son.
Finally, we have Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse, which has the potential to be an intriguing case in and of itself. As I have commented previously, the etymology of the spell is rooted in the Aramaic language and translates to ‘let the thing be destroyed.’ However, in an interesting twist, the thing it refers to was not life, but illness. This could refer, specifically, to terminal illness. If a patient had no chance of recovery and they were truly suffering, the spell would be used to give them a painless and instant death, thereby giving them peace. It was not used lightly, only as a last resort. But it was considered a better option than having a person live out their days in pain or wasting away with no hope of a cure. But then, over time, as with the others, the spell was abused and associated with committing murders instead of giving the terminally ill peace.
So, if we accept these theories, we can argue that, initially, the Unforgivable Curses were in fact conceived almost as healing or medical spells. However, as the ways that the spells were being used changed and became corrupted, the laws regarding them also changed.
This raises a question of why there are only three curses that are considered unforgivable, when there must be others that have the potential to be terribly abused and corrupted as well. One clear example, I would argue, would be a Memory Charm. Yes, one can maintain that this spell does have its benefits, but then the same argument can be made for the so-called Unforgivable Curses. Personally, I would also question why, if the use of mind control via the Imperius Curse is unforgivable, then why should the forced taking of memories not be? It is almost as much of a violation as being forced against your will. In fact, it is just as much; you’re taking away their choice in one case and their sense of self in another. In a way, it’s a less severe version of the Dementor’s Kiss.
So, why is this not considered as severe a crime as the use of an unforgivable curse? Well, recently, I wondered idly, half-joking in fact, that the Ministry isn’t that different to Gellert - both have the idea of ‘the greater good’. It was a total joke, but I then had a horrible thought. A Memory Charm, if performed badly or overused, could almost certainly cause brain damage (look at Lockhart!), possibly severely. Surely, that’s worse than a spell that grants a quick and painless death? And yet, the Ministry use it freely and openly.
Well, what if that’s another ‘greater good’ thing? It’s easier to justify wiping someone’s memory than killing them, regardless of risks, because the person is alive. Perhaps the Ministry sees alive, but violated in a terrible way - having memories forcibly removed - and potentially brain damaged as a greater good than dead.
Okay, actually, no. I’m re-evaluating my stance that a Memory Charm was almost as bad a violation as the Imperius Curse - you know, being forced against your will. But thinking about it, I’d almost argue that it’s worse. Because the Imperius Curse can be lifted and - albeit with practice - defended against. But you can’t get back the memories that were forcibly taken from you. You can’t heal the potential brain damage easily, which can also have consequences. So, why is this seen as justifiable?
Simple. As with many spells, it all seems to come down to intent. But again, I think it always comes down to intent. If the Unforgivables are associated with evil intent, whereas Memory Charms are associated with a greater good. Something justifiable - protecting the secrecy of the wizarding world. But I would question how you could justify that. How you could say secrecy is more important than a person’s mental state. (I can only conclude that the Ministry needs to sort out their priorities!)
Actually, this is almost an exact conversation I can imagine Albus and Gellert having during the summer of 1899. Gellert would ask how a spell that brings about a quick and painless death can be unforgivable, but a spell that can cause permanent damage cannot. And I think he’d feel very personal about it as well, being a Seer, especially with his own potential for having neurological damage due to the Sight. Of course, as a rebuttal, Albus could argue that the Unforgivables are used for dark magic, whereas Memory Charms are used for a good cause.’ Sort of Ministry parroting - because it’s all that he knows. And then realising what he’s just said. Because one of their motivations is to make it so the magical community never has to hide and can live openly, and the use of Memory Charms completely undermines this. Which Gellert would waste no time pointing out, of course. Also, thinking about it, this in turn could become a point of contention between the two of them, since Albus’ argument could instill a belief, wrongly or rightly, in Gellert that he’s not committed to their cause and to their rights to live freely and openly.
Ultimately, though, I would suggest that, in the end, whether a spell is classified as light or dark often, if not always, comes down to the intent behind it. And, over time, such a classification can be changed as the associated intent of the spell also changes. This seems fair in the case of the Unforgivables when their association became less about healing and more about control, torture and murder. However, the question of how such a violation as removing someone’s memories can be justifiable, especially with the potential consequences, is still, in my view, a controversial one - and shows that, ironically, authorities are still thinking of a ‘greater good’ in using such a spell, hence why it is believed to be justified and fair.
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The end of the war is nearing, and its not clear which side will win. The hunt for Muggle-borns is intensifying and Harry knows he needs to hide her. Save her. With no family, Hermione starts a new life in America, unaware that the man she meets at the library one day used to be a schoolmate. A wizard.
Narcissa Malfoy is desperate. The Dark Lord has ruined everything now with his sights firmly set on her son once more, she does the only thing she can think of that might keep his safe. She obliviates him, sending into the Muggle world where he stands a chance at a safer life, even if it’s without her in it.
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“I have had an idea,” his suite door flew open, revealing a wind-mussed Granger, her hair curling around her head as she unwound the red and yellow scarf, coiled around her like a sleeping cat.
He had given her a keycard- mind you don’t lose it, please- the week prior, after having been alerted by the front desk staff that a friend was waiting for him in the lobby and while they did wish to provide him with the privacy he deserved as their Most Distinguished Guest, would he perhaps be amenable to meeting his friends outside the hotel and escorting them himself? He had laughed, finding Hermione red-faced and brimming with self righteous indignation, her harsh whispers- I’m not God damn Julia Roberts- accompanying her stomping, angry footsteps as he ushered her into the lift. He had promised to clear it up with the front desk immediately, and had placated her by pressing a spare card into her hand.
Since then, she’d become unpredictable- get yourself a cell phone and I’ll call you ahead of time, how ‘bout that?- in her visiting hours and he was both delighted and confused to find more and more of her belongings making his set of rooms their permanent home.
Draco looked up from his tea, the sitting room, in perfect order from housekeeping hours before, once again looked like a discount clothing store, Hermione’s belongings being flung around the space like confetti. He swallowed a grimace and raised an eyebrow instead. She plowed on, her coat joining the heap of outerwear on the cream coloured armchair before flopping down beside him and stealing a biscuit from his tray- I swear to God, woman, you were raised by wolves, do use a saucer this time, I shall beg if I need to- her pale pink scrubs smelling faintly of antiseptic and what Draco had privately referred to as Eau D’Old Person.
“Since I am the only one out of the two of us who is clever enough to have a drivers,” she stopped to pick up her tea mug, sans saucer, and take a careful sip of the Earl Gray he had ordered- pleb- ignoring his barb, “I think we should rent a car and go to Salem for the day tomorrow.”
“What’s Salem?”
“A town,” she said through a mouthful of chocolate-covered digestive. “I saw it on a pamphlet at the front desk. It’s only an hour away.”
He raised an eyebrow again.
“They had witch trials there, it’s quite famous.”
“Witches?”
“Yup.”
“Real ones?”
“Obviously not,” she rolled her eyes, snatching another biscuit before he could bat her fingers away- use your saucer- and popping the whole thing in her mouth, “witches aren’t real.”
Omg!!!! I loved it! " jewel of wool's orphanage" is such an amazing idea, and I love that you made regulus a metamorphmagus! I know for a fact that he will abuse the hell out of that perk, just imagine him getting pissed at someone then turning into them and doing something bad to get them in trouble
Omg this is amazing!!
I don't wanna be too demanding but please
Part4! Part4! Part4! part4! part4! part4! part4!
They took his Doll away.
Tom is trying to remember what happened after Regulus' hair turned red but his recollection of the event is spotty.
He knows there was lots of screaming- done mainly by Mrs. Cole- and a bright flash that left him disorientated for a few hours. He recalled a strange word "Obliviate" before the flash, and he suspects it had something to do with his faulty memory.
Tom knows something happened, even if no one else in the orphanage can claim the same. None of them seem aware that they have all collectively lost their memories or that one of their own was taken by two men.
Men whose faces he can not describe or explain why they were looking for his Doll. If he thinks hard enough, he can make out some details, like one of them was in an expensive green and silver suit while the other wore one with a bunch of sewed patches.
A rich and poor man. What could such men want with Regulus? Why had they taken him?
He could even make out the shape of the chins and the noses, but any further than that gave him a splitting headache. He tried to ignore it, tried so hard to remember what the two men looked like, but the pain knocked him unconscious before he found any more clues.
Tom knows he launched himself at Regulus, clinging to the toddler while the kneeling man tried to lift the little boy in his arms. One of the men had thrown him on the ground, but not before Tom could scratch his arm until the man's arm bleed.
Tom had managed to snatch Regulus' arm and tried to free him. He can recall tiny feet kicking against the chest that had the six-year-old trap, but then an invisible force had thrown him to the wall at the far end of the hall.
There are holes, but he remembers watching Regulus' beautiful face break down in distress, a little hand reaching out to Tom as his hair turns a sorrowful blue.
Regulus' scream echoed the sound of Tom's head heading the bricks.
Mrs. Cole had already been lying on the ground by then- he's not sure when she stopped screaming or why she had been unconscious, but he didn't care. She never mattered to him.
What did matter was the little boy screaming for him, but Tom had been busy fighting the dark spots appearing in his sight to really do anything to help. He had tried to stand with his little strength; it just wasn't enough.
Regulus was crying, Tom thinks, tears of anger or sadness he couldn't really tell, as he stared at Tom in horror seconds before the man raised a stick, and the flash happened.
When Tom came to, his Doll was gone, and so were hours of his memory.
He's missing hours, about five.
Tom recalls having Regulus in his lap around ten that morning, then waking up in the hallway at three forty-seven with no idea how he got there and no idea why Mrs. Cole was napping a few feet away.
The two had been looking at something- a book? A toy?- someone had come into their room to warn them- what about? Who was the warning for?- And then the men in the hallway watching black strands turn ruby red.
Flashes of time with Regulus that fateful day but more is needed for Tom to find what is his and bring him home. It tormented Tom and kept him locked away in his room the following days as he tried to find Regulus.
He even tried asking around town to the places where Regulus was famous for making Mrs. Cole look good, but no one could remember him well. Those that did, started to forget detail rapidly as if they hadn't seen Regulus in years rather than the weeks he went missing.
By the two-month mark, Regulus had been completely forgotten by everyone but Tom. Fearing that the memory loss would affect him too. He had started to pin little notes along his wall, for any details of his Doll, just in case
Soon his room was covered in notes, memories, and drawings of Regulus. Every open spot had something to do with his Doll and his disappearance, leaving no room for decoration. He bought yarn to mark connections between his notes, zig-zagging all that. Tom had to duck and turn his head a certain way just to leave his room.
He only left it for food and his chores.
The worst part of this was that no one else was worried like Tom is.
None of the orphans or the staff seem to realize that Regulus was ever a part of the Wools.
Regulus was the jewel of the orphanage. The only good thing about this horrible place for three whole years.
Why were they all acting like he never existed? Billy still had the bunny bed Regulus made him, Sally still wore the ribbons in the same braids Regulus did for her, Nurse Jane still sang the same strange lullabies Regulus had made, and none of them could remember Regulus.
They all looked at him like he was insane for mentioning his missing roommate. There were harsh whispers about his room and the contents on the walls dedicated to a boy who didn't exist.
They thought him mad.
Tom didn't know what to do.
Maybe he was insane.
Billy had gently told him sometimes lonely people make up imaginary friends but that he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Billy, for some reason, wasn't scared of him anymore, even when Tom was mean to him on purpose.
The other orphan now looked at him with something far worse than fear- he looked at him with empathy.
Tom tried to reinstall fear into him in between breaks of looking for any clues on Regulus, but it never worked.
He would only hug Tom until the boy couldn't hold it in and broke into tears. He doesn't know why he cried so much. He just knows that every day that passed without Regulus felt like his chest was slowly caving in.
Billy told him it was grief, the kind he had felt the day his parents and sister burned in a mysterious fire, but Tom didn't want to accept this feeling as mourning.
Because if he was mourning, it meant he would never see Regulus again, which was unacceptable. Billy didn't mind, nodding and listening to Tom restating everything there was to know about Regulus for the twelfth time.
He sometimes spent the night in Tom's room, helping him pin up new color strings once Tom gained a new theory.
He would almost claim to like the rabbit pet owner if he didn't think Regulus was Tom's imaginary friend. Just a little.
A year later, when Tom finally lost hope of ever seeing his Doll again when he started to feel his memories slipping through his fingers like falling sand, a strange man came to the orphanage.
Albus Dumbledore looked at Tom's room, all strings leading to the word Men in strange suits and Obliviate cards in the middle before his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry for your loss, my boy. It's never easy to lose love this way."
So it was true. Regulus was kidnapped by those men and likely killed. At least that is what the professor claimed as many magical children in the muggle world were being targetted by a man named Grindelwald in recent years
Apparently, he was a Dark Lord searching for something called Obscurial, and he had taken children to try to force one of them into it. When they failed to become this being of power, Grindelwald had them killed.
The kidnapping that Tom described fit his preferred methods to a t.
Tom burst into tears and did not stop even when told he was a wizard. What was the point of him being magic when he still lost Regulus?
What point did life have any more? Professor Dumbledore promised that Tom would find the answer at Hogwarts, and even offered to ask his brother to take him in, until they were sure Wool's was safe from Grindelwald but Tom refused.
Wool's was all he had left of Regulus now.
Billy helped him make a grave for Regulus a day before he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and he swore to write to him. He was the only one to walk Tom to the train, so he allowed the other boy to hug him goodbye.
Tom was never one for faith, but he prayed Regulus would watch over Billy while he was away.
He also prayed Regulys would watch him put Grindelwald into the ground. Because he would be coming for that rat's head, and no one was going to get in his way.
