Slytherin Boys x Y/N Short Stories/Reacts

You Slowly Lose Your Memory After Being Cursed - Part 2

Mattheo

Mattheo wasn't the kind of person to take "no" for an answer, especially when it came to Y/N.

"Alright, curse or not," he muttered, pacing the library, "I'm not letting some stupid spell take her away from me."

He scoured old books, interrogated professors, and even wrote to dark magic practitioners. It was on a stormy evening that he found a ritual—dangerous, of course, but he wasn't one to shy away from risk.

When Y/N, now barely recognizing him, hesitated to go along with his plan, Mattheo grabbed her hands.

"Trust me, just this once," he begged, his voice raw. "Even if you don't remember why, I'm asking you to trust me."

With a mix of determination and desperation, he completed the ritual. When her eyes lit up with recognition, he pulled her into his arms.

"I told you," he said with a grin, though his voice cracked. "You're stuck with me."

Theo

Theo refused to sit idly by while Y/N's memories slipped away. Every night, he worked tirelessly, poring over ancient texts in search of a solution. His father warned him against meddling with such dangerous magic, but Theo didn't care.

When he found a potion that could restore memories, he was already preparing the ingredients before realizing the cost—he'd have to give up a cherished memory of his own.

"Are you sure about this?" Y/N asked, even as her voice wavered with uncertainty.

Theo looked at her, his expression unyielding. "You've already lost enough. I'm not letting you lose me too."

He drank the potion, sacrificing the memory of his mother's voice to bring Y/N back. When her gaze softened, and she whispered his name with recognition, he smiled through his tears.

"Worth it," he murmured, pulling her close. "Every bit of it."

Tom

Tom wasn't about to let a curse take what was his. He sought out forbidden magic, venturing into the darkest corners of the wizarding world for answers.

"Y/N," he said one day, his voice cold with determination. "Do you trust me?"

She hesitated, her confusion evident. "I don't... I don't know."

That was all he needed to hear. Without another word, he dragged her along, leading her to a hidden ritual site he had discovered. The ritual required immense power, but Tom didn't care.

"You're mine," he said, his eyes blazing. "And I'll tear the fabric of magic itself to make sure you remember that."

As the ritual ended, Y/N gasped, clutching her head as memories flooded back.

"Tom?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smirked, though his expression softened. "You remember now. And I don't intend to let you forget again."

Enzo

Enzo couldn't stand watching Y/N drift further away. Desperate for a solution, he tracked down an old spell rumored to restore lost memories—but it required an emotional catalyst.

He brought Y/N to the spot where he'd first confessed his feelings for her. "Do you feel anything?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

She shook her head, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Enzo."

"Don't be," he replied, pulling out his wand. "This isn't over."

The spell required him to relive every moment they'd shared together, projecting their memories into the air around them. As Y/N watched their past unfold, tears filled her eyes.

"Enzo," she whispered, her voice breaking.

He smiled, his relief palpable. "Welcome back, love. Thought I lost you there for a second."

Draco

Draco hated feeling powerless, but watching Y/N forget him pushed him to his limit. He called in every favor, from professors to his parents, until he found a spell that could reverse the curse.

"Y/N," he said, standing before her with a determined expression. "You might not remember me, but I'll make sure you never forget again."

The spell required her consent, but her hesitation made his chest ache.

"You don't have to trust me," he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "But I need you to give me this chance. Please."

When she agreed, he performed the spell, pouring his magic—and his love—into every word.

As her memories returned, she gasped, clutching his hand. "Draco... I remember."

He exhaled, relief washing over him. "Good. Because I wasn't ready to let you go."

Blaise

Blaise was relentless in his search for a cure. He delved into magic he had always considered beneath him, driven by the thought of losing Y/N forever.

One evening, he found a charm that required him to share his own memories with her.

"It might not work," he admitted, his usual confidence shaken. "But I have to try."

Y/N watched as Blaise placed his wand to his temple, drawing out strands of silver memories.

As the memories played out before her, her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face. "Blaise... I remember."

He smiled, his relief tempered by exhaustion. "Good. Because I was getting tired of being the only one who knew how perfect we were together."

Regulus

Regulus spent sleepless nights in the Black family library, combing through ancient tomes. Finally, he found a memory-restoring spell—but it came at a cost: the caster's most precious possession.

For him, the choice was easy.

Leading Y/N to a quiet clearing, he held her gaze. "You don't remember, but you're everything to me. I'll prove it."

Before she could respond, he cast the spell, the locket around his neck—the last link to Sirius—shattering in a flash of magic.

Y/N's eyes widened, tears spilling over. "Regulus... I remember."

He exhaled shakily, relief washing over him. "Good. Because I don't know what I'd do without you."

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry you had to give that up for me."

Regulus shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. "I didn't lose anything, love. I just got you back."