Chapter Eleven
Motherly Amnesia
A/N-Thank you for your patience and thanks to my loyal reviewers, two laptops have malfunctioned on me as well I just finished the last of my finals for this half. Now, on to my story, this is in the present with Severus. Now, all characters that are recognizable belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. Please Review and tell me what you think.
Slumped over top of a mahogany desk surrounded by towers of books, lay an utterly exhausted Severus Snape. In his sleep, his one hand had subconsciously grasped a single leather bound volume and clutched it against himself.
As the rays of sunlight entered his study and danced against his eyelids he suddenly drifted out of his sleep. His neck ached like the dickens and bolts of pain were shooting down into his shoulders and upper back. Boy did he ever need one of Hermione's backrubs at the moment. Once the clarity pierced his sleep glazed mind he realized a book was in his hand, and a current seemed to radiate from the cover. An inside voice screamed to him to read, urging him on until he opened the pages.
"Hmm... Usage of Crystals in Obliviation Potions: The New Obliviate ranging from Clean to Dark Potions," aghast he looked for an author, "Maflic Youuls," he muttered, "who the hell is that?"
Grabbing the book he rushed to Dumbledore's office, reaching the Staircase he shouted "Bertie Bott's" and rushed up the stairs. The Headmaster was genuinely surprised at the actions of the rushing man whose robes did not billow out for the first time in years, yet that familiar twinkle reached his blue eyes when he spotted the book.
"The answer lies in the book you hold," he stated and then simply turned and walked away.
Once more in his study, Severus started flipping through the pages until a sudden otherworldly wind seemed to blow the pages forward until reaching one page. The Memoria Moeniam potion is a powerful potion which gives the victim a loss in memory detainment which sends them back years in the past. The amount of potency determines the number of years. The only true cure lies in one stone. The Stone of Panse can only be obtained by its family's heir and can only be used by said hair. The heir will be told by the one when he has found his future's past.
"A heir?" He muttered, "Who could it be?"
Fin for now
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