#memory potion

@wolfstarmicrofic April 29, word count 364

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Remus dragged Sirius to see Dumbledore the next morning. Dumbledore said he was sorry, he didn’t have time to chat with them, but Remus insisted. 

“You have to listen: Peter was the original secret keeper, not Sirius. I made them change when I found out,”

“Ah,” Dumbledore said sadly, his periwinkle-blue eyes twinkling at them. “It is unfortunate that Voldemort discovered that Peter was the secret keeper, especially after you yourself, Sirius, told everyone that you were the secret keeper.”

“Exactly!” Remus butted in. “Everyone thought Sirius was the secret keeper. He even made it known he was the secret keeper. So, how did Voldemort know to go after Peter?” Dumbledore’s face paled. Something Remus had never seen before. The old man raised his wand and locked his office door. He did a few more intricate waves of his wand, but didn’t utter a single incantation. 

“What exactly are you saying, Remus?” He asked calmly. Remus swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. It hurt to even think it, let alone say it out loud.

“What if? What if Voldemort knew Peter had been the secret keeper, because Peter was the spy we’ve been looking for in the Order? What if Voldemort found out that Peter’s information on Lily and James’s hiding place didn’t work because Peter was no longer the secret keeper? What if that’s why Voldemort killed him?” Sirius tensed beside him. Remus had voiced the part he’d thought about the night before, but not the rest of it. To be fair, he hadn’t realised the rest until that very moment when he started talking about it. Dumbledore turned and opened a cabinet. He dug around in it for a while before pulling out two small identical vials. 

“Drink these, please,” he ordered, handing one to each of them. 

“What is it?” Sirius asked warily. Dumbledore sank into the ornate chair behind his desk and dropped his head into one hand. 

“It is a Memory Potion. I need you both to tell me everything you remember about Mr Pettigrew since he joined the Order of the Phoenix.” Remus and Sirius looked at each other, and together they downed the potion. 

When you need to learn how to brew a Memory Potion, and Snape is the only one who can teach you, here's the "To remember my brother" option.

Just started this recently, and it's been a fun sidequest so far. And we can become friends with Chiara (for real this time)! 😊

“A memory potion?”

Hope turns the glass bottle over in her hands, reading over the label as the black liquid inside swirls about.

“Guaranteed to bring back a forgotten memory? I doubt this will work but…I don’t have anything to lose by taking this.” She shrugs, popping off the cork as she lifts her mask.

The draught is knocked back and chugged, a look of disgust crossing her features. The bottle is set back down, and for a moment she thinks that the potion was nothing but a disgusting drink. Then her eyes glow dimly.

“Aww, come on dad. It’s my birthday!” She hears her own voice, and finds herself staring at surroundings that are foreign and familiar all at once.

A bedroom; small and with little furnishing beyond a bed, table, and dressers made from some dark wood. It’s hers. She can spot shells, rocks, and dried plants adorning the tops of the dressers, and a few books lying on the table, one flipped open to a passage about shapeshifting. A small calendar on the table has June 21st circled in red, with a small drawing of a cake on that date.

“I know dear, but that’s exactly why I need you to stay here.” A familiar voice calls from beyond the door.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” There’s a teasing tone, playfully so.

That was… Hope rushed to the door of her room, staring straight at the front door of the little home.

“I’ll be home in a few hours, réalta beag.”

All she catches is a vague silhouette, outlined by the light shining in through the door before it closes and the memory fades.

There are tears rolling down her cheeks, hot and heavy. She realizes that the voice she heard, the man she caught a glimpse of, that was her father. What truly upsets her though…is that she remembers that date; that was the night that she woke up at the base of that cliff so long ago.

[I’ll take it for only one ask, this one!] 

After this one…my head hurts? It’s weird, but-!

[Flashback!]

It was some time ago, and back then Tegiri had absolute 0 sense of REAL justice or mercy, so he was only culling and culling. Not funny, it is as terrible as it sounds! Imagine 6 sweeps old Tegiri having his wooden katana on his back, and actual real pocked knife in his - obviously - pocked. To self defend and to serve justice. You know how it is. This kid was unlucky, it really was. 3 sweeps old, as for his eye. It was running away from some angry Indigoblooded troll, and seemed to almost succeded! But Tegiri, as Tegiri normally would AND should, went behind, quietly. “Hey, you know stea/ing from highb/oods is really forbidden? /ike…i//ega/.” He murmured, as kid tried really hard to dissapear in the wall, that’s how hard he was pushing his back into it.“Hey, listen, d-dude, I am just hungry, I don’t want anything else but food, I could give you back everything else and we can g-go?” Asked oliveblood kid, but Tegiri only made his characteristic ‘Tche’.“I won’t spare a thief like you. Know my mercy, and take my b/ade in a mercifu//, quick way, istead of cutting your hands off, deviant!”Kid didn’t even had time to react, as Tegiri was all covered in hot olive blood. It was a “meh” for alternian child, really. It’s normal for trolls, after all! But Tegiri regrets killing some troll being for just being hungry and having no other way??

[Flashback end!!!]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 29, word count 337

Sirius sat on the bathroom floor, raking his claw-like hands through his hair, trying in vain to recall his lost memories. The dementors had stolen so much. But Remus had said there was a possibility that the memories could be recovered the longer he was away from the foul creatures. He wasn’t so sure. 

He’d been taking the memory potions every morning when Remus handed them to him after breakfast and shut himself in the bathroom to help him concentrate on the fuzzy images the potion helped retrieve. 

“Gahhh!” He yelled as he yanked his hair, pulling chunks of his grey-streaked hair out. The door opened, and Remus was holding him. 

“Shhhh, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Remus soothed, stroking his hands down Sirius’s thin back. 

“What if I never remember?” He looked up sadly at the man he barely remembered. He knew they were more than the friends his broken memory showed him, but he just couldn’t get a grasp on the lost memories. Remus was being so kind and gentle with him, and he just kept letting him down. 

“Then we make new memories,” He said, smiling calmly at Sirius. Sirius hadn’t been completely happy with Remus’s answer, but he kept quiet and didn’t argue. 

Every morning, he took the potion and every morning, nothing happened. His memory was still patchy and dark. 

Then, one night, he had a dream. He dreamt of red bed hangings and whispered words as a warm body pressed against his naked skin. 

In the morning, he met Remus in the kitchen and kissed his cheek as though it was the most normal thing in the world. As he reached around him to grab his cup of coffee. 

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked as he sat down at the kitchen table. 

“You kissed me,” Remus told him.

“I—I—I…” He stammered. Remus held out the vial of Memory Potion, and Sirius automatically drank it. 

Bright, vivid memories long lost to him suddenly flooded his mind. He had to close his eyes as they flashed past so quickly. 

let's do the memory of the day when everything fell apart

What was this was it coffee ? He hopes it was coffee — he drank the brown looking Potion —

Oh … oh it was not coffee …. He could the ache in his chest get more pronounced and his already low mood sank even further .

“What if you could forget?”

“What?”

“What if you could forget everything that ever happened? All the pain, all the bruises, all the mistakes? If you had some kind of memory potion or something like that? What then?” Sirius asks, slowly, articulating all the words one by one as if they caused him pain.

Remus thinks slowly, taking his time to let the words sink in. They are lying on the floor of the Astronomy tower, stargazing. Moon-gazing. The question has brought back memories of early days which feel like ancient times now. The day he was bitten and robbed of his innocence. The day the boy he loves betrayed him. The countless days of feeling hurt, and lost, and alone. But then the joy comes along. Sunday mornings reading on the grass next to the Quidditch pitch. How Wormtail would bring him toasts when he accidentally skipped dinner. The exact day he could for the first time run his fingers in Sirius’ hair, like he belonged, and the overflowing love in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Remus silently compares those feelings. Weighting the good and the bad. Eventually he smiles and turns to Sirius.