Hosie~ One Shots

The Memory Spell

The flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the spell room as Josie Saltzman focused intently on the incantation. She had found an old spell in one of her mother's grimoires, a spell meant to clear one's mind and bring peace. After the stress of balancing school, magic, and her relationship with Hope Mikaelson, she thought it might help.

But something went wrong.

As Josie uttered the final words, a powerful wave of energy surged through the room, knocking her off her feet. The candles were extinguished, plunging the room into darkness. When Josie opened her eyes, she felt... different. Disoriented. She had no idea what had just happened, but the nagging sense that something was terribly wrong gnawed at her.

When she stepped out of the room, she was met with Hope's worried gaze.

"Josie, are you okay?" Hope's voice was laced with concern as she rushed to Josie's side, her hand reaching out to steady her.

Josie looked at her, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Who are you?"

Hope's heart shattered at Josie's words. The love of her life—the girl who had been her anchor in a world that constantly tried to pull her under—had forgotten her. In an instant, a year's worth of memories, of love, of everything they'd built together, was gone.

After consulting with Alaric and the other witches at the Salvatore School, it became clear that the spell Josie had cast had backfired, causing her to lose all her memories of the past year. And with that, every memory of her and Hope's relationship had vanished.

Josie remembered everything up until the spell—except Hope. She knew Hope as the powerful, mysterious Mikaelson, but not as the person she had fallen deeply in love with. It was as if their relationship had never existed.

Hope felt lost. But she wasn't ready to give up. She loved Josie too much to let this be the end. She would find a way to make Josie remember—she had to.

Hope's first idea was to remind Josie of their relationship through the letters they had written to each other over the past year. She gathered them all—carefully preserved in a box under her bed—and nervously handed them to Josie.

"These are for you," Hope said, her voice trembling slightly as she handed the box over.

Josie took the box, her fingers tracing the edges of the old parchment. "What are these?"

"Letters," Hope explained. "We wrote them to each other... over the past year."

Josie looked at Hope, searching for some familiarity in the girl before her. But all she found was a stranger's face—albeit a beautiful, kind one. "I'll read them," Josie said, trying to offer a reassuring smile.

That night, Josie sat in her room, reading letter after letter. With each one, she felt a strange warmth in her chest, a connection to something—or someone—that she couldn't quite place. The words were filled with love, hope, and dreams of a future together. They spoke of late-night conversations, secret moments shared under the stars, and the kind of love that she had always longed for but never thought she would find.

One letter, in particular, stood out:

"Josie, I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. You make me feel safe, even in the darkest moments. You're my light, and I can't imagine my life without you. I'll always fight for us, no matter what."

Josie's heart ached as she read those words. She didn't remember writing them, but the emotions they stirred in her were undeniable. She clutched the letter to her chest, her thoughts filled with the mysterious girl who seemed to love her so deeply.