Entry for "Charms" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
The False Memory Charm
Task: Choose a character of your choice and give him/her a psychotic complex and write your story from their POV. Your character must be influenced from the above spell. Min 300 words
Entry for the "Chocolate Frog Card Club" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
(Bronze) Sturgis Podmore; Challenge:Write about a hearing in front of the Wizengamot.
I could feel them staring down at me, their judging eyes cold as ice, piercing gazes of people who did not understand me.
"Ariana Dumbledore, you are accused of murdering your mother, Kendra Dumbledore, in your family's house at Godric's Hollow on the 2nd of July 1899," one of the members of the Wizengamot spoke, his voice resounding from the stone walls of the courtroom, so loud that it gave me a headache and I cringed, releasing a faint whimper.
This was so wrong, it was not true what they were saying... Why weren't they listening to me?!
"In the previous session, you admitted under the influence of Veritaserum that you did indeed murder your mother because she kept you from being free."
"No...," I whispered, shaking my head frantically, my blonde hair flying around my shoulders. "I did not... I did not..."
I raised my hands, my fingernails digging into the soft skin of my temples, leaving marks there as I tightened my grip. It was as if I wanted to rip this memory out of my head, this memory that seemed so real, too real to deny that it was mine, though I felt like it was foreign. This memory was there, it had caused me to confess when they had interrogated me with the help of the Veritaserum.
But still I knew that it could not be real.
This picture was not mine, I could not possibly have killed my mother...
However, they had only believed the words I had said under the potion's influence. Every other word of mine had been ignored because they felt like I was insane.
And maybe I was.
I felt like I was going crazy, I was loosing my mind over this memory.
"Mother...," I whimpered, feeling how tears were starting to flow down my cheeks, causing my hair to stick to my damp face and I continued to call out for my mother, wanting her to appear out of the thin air to take me home.
I did not kill her, I love my mother, how could they possibly believe...
"You are hereby sentenced to spent the rest of your life at Azkaban..."
"NO!" I screamed and I started thrashing around as I felt them grabbing my upper arms. "I did not, I did not..."
