aberto memoriam.
↳ also known as a memory recoverer spell, it is used to release memories that have been encrypted within the mind of the user receiving the 'obliviate' spell.
warnings: using this spell on a person who does not wish to recover those memories results in their spontaneous destruction. do not use on children, the elderly, or people who are terrified of their past.
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▬▬▬▬▬EUPHEMIA AND FLEAMONT POTTER WERE A SWEET FAMILY OF TWO, who fell in love on a tender summer day when they were both just children and who, as every witch who has grown up surrounded by romantic literature dreams, met again in their sweet twenties, with a whole life ahead of them and wanting to live it together.
But like every couple in love whose desire is to have a part of themselves united in a small being, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter wanted to stop being a family of two and become one of three. But as happens almost all the time in romance books, no matter how hard they tried, how much help they sought or how many healers they visited, one after another, after another, after another, the little Potter family didn't seem to want to grow.
And when almost all hope was lost and Fleamont feared that all the love that his dear Euphemia had been accumulating since the first moment she expressed her desire to be a mother would end up consuming her, a small miracle happened, a miracle that was born under the sweet name of James Potter.
Despite being in their forties, the little first-born of the Potters had brought happiness and youth to the small house in Godric's Hollow, and the little boy's laughter could be heard late at night filling the house, even if it rained or thunder, it seemed that James' shrill laughter was capable of turning everything into background noise.
The Potters finally felt complete, and being blessed with an early retirement, they dedicate their full time to pampering their little one, who day by day stopped being that baby who pulled Fleamont's unruly hair to get his attention.
Euphemia and Fleamont were complete with their little and only child, or so they thought.
Until one night, which had started like any other, with Fleamont casting a spell on the dishes to wash themselves, small toys floating around him to be stored in the playroom and with Euphemia upstairs with James, who was lying like a little star above her as he laughs with each rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, something changes.
"What is making you laugh so much, my beautiful boy?" She asks him, stroking his messy black hair.
James doesn't respond, at least not immediately, letting himself rise again with another breath from his mother. "Your belly." He responds, laughing once more with her next breath.
Euphemia raises an eyebrow, "and what is my belly telling you to make you laugh?"
Her little son laughs again, but shakes his head, "no mommy, doesn't talk, just buzz, it's funny."
"Buzz?"
James nods, an action that Euphemia feels rather than sees. "Like a bee when I'm around."
And just like that, like a bee that buzzes louder every time it gets closer, the reality of the arrival of a new baby hits the Potter family, when just two months after that insignificant conversation, Euphemia's belly began to grow.
The family of two that had become one of three and soon would be one of four was surprised, because the birth of little James, although it was a quiet pregnancy, had been a miracle.
"A miracle of this kind doesn't happen twice, Mrs. Potter," the healer had told her, handing her a healthy, plump, freshly born James for the first time, "cherish every moment."
But apparently, a miracle of that type could happen twice, and despite the fear, the scares of a sudden loss throughout the first five months of pregnancy and extreme rest during the last four, when the traces of winter melt under the sun of a dawning spring, their second child, their little girl is born.
And when the first primrose awakens from its sleep, the fourth member of the family of three that at first was only of two, is named after the first breeze that escapes from her lungs, like life itself.
Euphemia and Fleamont Potter cannot ask for more from life, not when the corners of their house that James' laughter filled only like a simple murmur, overflowed with the vibrato-shaped laughter of their sweet Chaia.
James was their heart – vibrant, strong, energetic and full of life –, and Chaia was their soul – sensitive, dreamy, passionate, luminous.
And as the springs progressed, so did the Potter heirs, between laughter and running around, Quidditch games and jumping frogs stuffed with candy, their first miraculous gift, turned into a lion, while their little girl with hair as black as her father's and brother's, but as curly as her mother's, dreamed of becoming one when she turned eleven.
But Euphemia and Fleamont had to have seen it coming, because life doesn't give miracles just for the sake of it.
And the life that had given them their two miracles begins to take its toll on them in the winter of 1979, when life leaves the heads of the Potter family, making the small family of two that later became three to end up being one of four return to be one of two.
Although life was not satisfied to balance the scales once, because when the Potter family, now led by the only son who became an older brother who had become a father, stops being one of two to become one of three to end up being one of four with the birth of the Potter-Evans' first-born, life had to remind them again that their birth should not have been.
But life forgot that the bond between siblings is as strong as that of a mother with her son or that of a father with his daughter, and little Chaia Potter, the youngest sister who had become an aunt, a fiancée and soon a wife, in an act of bravery–or foolishness, as many wizards and witches came to believe–escapes from the shelter in which she had been hidden to run to the aid of her brother.
Many say that life always pays, sooner or later, for the miracles it performs, and that is why it performs so few, because not everyone is willing to pay the price, because life escapes from the bodies of mortals faster than it fills them. , and James, the little miracle, followed his father and mother in discovering it.
The newspapers and wizards say that Chaia Potter should not have died, that it was just collateral damage caused by the young witch's love for her family of four, because life itself had claimed what belonged to it with the lives of the young couple of her older brother and her sister-in-law, after all, the family of four that had previously been three had become one of two again – like in the beginning –, or at least, it was for a few short minutes.
"The Death Eaters murdered her, they found a body not far from Godric's Hollow a few days later."
"Are you kidding? I heard that James Potter's sister had left a whole path of bodies of You-Know-Who followers coming to her house."
"Surely the Dark Lord was already at the Potters' house, and finished her off in the same way he did her brother."
"I heard that Sirius Black actually killed her."
"I wouldn't be surprised, if he was so vile as to sell out his friends, what was a girl against him?"
The act of bravery of the young daughter of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter ended up being reduced to a whole bunch of rumors and possibilities about her death, and between the Magical Community's mourning for the young and promising family and the celebration of the fall of the Dark Lord , there was one thing everyone could agree on.
The family of four had been tragically reduced to a one person– to Harry James Potter, the boy who was son, godson, nephew that become an orphan, the Boy Who Lived.
A month after the fall of the Dark Lord, the loss of the Potter family and the orphanhood of the little Boy Who Lived, in the world where magic is reduced to being just a word that you find in any romance book or fairy tales, a young woman with black hair with full moon reflections and with significant burn marks on a side of her neck and on one of her shoulders wakes up for the first time after being immersed in a coma to keep her alive.
"Do you know where you are?" a doctor asks her, examining her eyes and pulse.
The young woman tries to speak, but her throat is dry after not having used it for a month, so she just shakes her head.
The doctor looks at her sympathetically, moving his small flashlight away from her face as he notices the way her eyes move nervously taking in everything from the white walls of her room to his robe. "Would you like to write down what you want to say?"
The young woman nods, her fingers twitching in anticipation at the thought of getting to move again. The doctor hands her a small piece of paper with a pen, which she takes almost desperately and with trembling hands and with handwriting as unruly as that of a doctor in the first years of his career, she expresses her greatest doubt.
"What is my name?"
"Don't you remember your name?" he asks her, his voice leaving aside the formality of his work and filling with pure human compassion, the young woman denies, her eyes shining with tears that for some reason she cannot shed, the feeling of having lost something valuable imprisoning her in a bed at which has no memory of how she arrived.
The doctor places the pen with the piece of paper on the nearby table to take his young patient's hand in one of his own, "your name is Renée Hart," he gives her a light squeeze, "and you're going to be fine."
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR, ─ hi everyone and be welcome to 'aberto memoriam' ! im really excited to put a face to this little idea and hopefully, you all gonna enjoy it! i have this idea since i knew the theory that maybe marlene didn't obliviate herself and well, i just loooove the marauders era and chaia potter is someone who i have always have in mind, hopefully you all gonna love her the same way i do, i do believe this story will have lots of angst and lots of hurt but little comfort at the very beginning, also renée hart is actually a sweetheart even though sometimes she's a little bit annoying but please love her too ! this book will start during the fifth book, updates will be kind of slow but promise you that it's gonna be worth it , also, english isn't my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical error u see .
DISCLAIMER, ─i do not own the harry potter world, it all belongs to jk rowling, and i just love this storyline so much that i feel free to introduce my very own oc's on it,so of course lucía hart and renée potter belong completely to me.
thank you so much in advance for every comment, like/kudo, saved and believe me when i say that they are more than welcome and grateful, have a nice day and i hope we read each other very soon!❣️
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