A/N: This story has been troubling the back of my mind for quite sometime now, so I have finally decided to put it into writing.
Mnemosyne means remembrance in Greek and she was the Goddess of Memories and mother of the nine Muses of the ancient Greeks.
This tale takes place during Voldemort's first reign of terror.
Disclaimer: Not mine. And if you check my refrigerator, you'll know I'm not making any money out of it.
Dedicated to my kitty Lugh who is a furball of pure love and light.
MNEMOSYNE
Prologue
So the War was finally upon them.
Slowly but steadily preparations were made for the coming of the Dark. In the side of Light, secret meetings took place behind closed doors, whispered exchanges of schemes and plans and battle tactics. Woven inside the mundane routine of the Muggle world, another world was writhing in turmoil.
Then blood was finally shed.
But it was not just wizards' blood. Muggle blood had also soiled the earth. People going to their everyday chores, oblivious of what slithered among them, had been caught in crossfire. And somehow this needed to be mended, to avert the exposure of the Wizarding world.
The Minister gazed upon the broken bodies, his face pale. "What shall we do?"
The Old Wizard stroked his long, white beard. He had really hoped to avoid this. Aware that the time of wishful thinking was over, he spoke the word.
"Obliviate."