Should’ve Worn a Bloody Seatbelt
The excruciating pain from the block, bind, spell and trace removals was torturous, yet Clementine knew that this curse, as ever, was also the blessing her future would depend on.
Sharpfang had explained the procedures, took her to another large room and lay her upon an old oak bench, leather straps buckling her ankles and wrists in place.
He warned her it would hurt; she hadn't taken him seriously enough.
Clementine knew she had a strong pain tolerance, but this shit was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if ten thousand serrated knifes were sawing through her flesh, cutting away pieces of her very soul.
When all was said and done, sharpfang unbuckled her and she slowly sat up, her eyes glazed over. She was completely out of it from the pain, barely aware of what was even going on in her surroundings.
And that was when it hit her, like a tsunami rushing over land, like a vipers venom rushing through her vains. Power and knowledge swirling within her body. Her Knuckles turned white as she gripped onto the side of the bench, as if holding on for her life.
All she could do was grit her teeth and bare it.
As before, she was in absolute agony, except this time, the pieces of herself she had felt torn away were being replaced by something else, something that fit better within the craters of her conscience. And with that, she remembered. She remembered who she was, where she was from and how she came to be.
When she was small, she had always begged to join her father, mani, on his journeys. It wasn't until she turned 110 that he finally relented.
She had been so excited watching as their charriot left a trail of beautiful shining stars in a deep blue sky that she hadn't noticed her grip slipping, or the way she was leant over the side of the chariot.
Falling
Falling
Falling
Stop.
She stared out at the her limitless. surroundings . Infinite blackness. Pitch-blackness sprinkled with ebony, wrapped in a sable shroud, hidden in a dark, sooty corner of a coal room in a forgotten cellar of the universe. There before her, the universe stretched into the distance, a blanket of blackness—blacker than suspicion, blacker than hate, and blacker still than illicit desire.
The universe looked back upon Amaris with a terrible and indifferent frankness. It seemed to seduce and repulse, invite and repel. Time untied her, freed her into the universal song, as a tool of creation to belong in fates hand.
Gradually, Amaris began to perceive something. As her eyes got used to the feeble light, She could discern spots of light. Millions of specks—above—below—all around—everywhere. She was surrounded by starlight. And there in the distance, lost among the teeming constellations of stars, She noticed a blue speck— Midgard, and in that moment she knew, that was were she was headed.
Remus lupin was pacing back and forth infront entrance, ignoring the nasty he looks he got from both goblins and wizards alike. Clementine had been in there alone for nearly two hours now. He shouldn't have let her go alone, she was only twelve and completely new to the magical world, for fucks sake.
He was just about to storm away to find Clementine when he caught sight of her heading straight in his direction, letting out a sigh of relief he noticed she seemed... different.
He would say confident, but no, that wasn't right. It was more like she was sure of herself. Like She had gone into gringotts as a confused little girl and come out a determined young woman. Scoffing at his stupid thoughts, he gave a small wave to clementine as she padded over with a growing smile on her face.
"Uncle moony" She said, it wasn't a question, more like she was saying it to catch his reaction.
And if it was a reaction she wanted, it was a reaction she got. He stopped everything, even his breath hitching.
"What" Her smile grew even wider, if that was even possible.
"Turns out someone wiped my memory as a baby, my bet is it was the same prick who placed me in that bloody orphanage."
She said with an air of dismissal. His mouth opened a few times as of to say something before he finally managed to get his words out "someone oblivated you? why would anyone need to oblivate a- a baby and even now, how can you remember me? Even a child not having been oblivated wouldnt be able to remember that far back"
Her smile twitched but stayed plastered upon her freckled face "hmmm I don't know why anyone would wipe my memory, and Sharpfang did say something or other about memory rehash- I think that's what he said, anyways- when he reversed the 'oblivate' as you called it, I regained small snippets of my earliest memories, one of them being you, uncle moony"
-this was all a complete lie, obviously. Well, Amaris supposed it couldn't have been that obvious, considering Remus seemed to eat it up greedily.
He seemed taken aback at first, but a joyful yet soft smile lifted his scarred cheeks "I'm so relieved, sunshine" he slipped in his nickname he used for her as a babe, not even noticing.
He was just so fucking relieved she somehow remembered him, it was as if a hole in his torn chest had been filled up with a warm fuzzy feeling, happiness, he thought.
He could probably use this moment to cast the most powerful patronus.
When Amaris and Remus arrived back at his muggle flat, the last thing either of them had been expecting was a brown barn owl to be pecking at his kitchen window with a letter, and were even more surprised when they saw what letter was attached to its left leg.
Miss C. Potter 34 Woolsingon avenue County Durham Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry