Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The next morning unfolded with an eerie kind of normalcy, so normal, in fact, that it it made Emerson's stomach twist with quiet disbelief.
At breakfast, as students drifted in and chatter filled the Great Hall in muted bursts, there was no outburst. Amycus Carrow walked in briefly, grumbling under his breath, his gait slightly stiff as though his body still ached from whatever Mattheo forced into his memory, yet his eyes were blank with ignorance.
Amycus had absolutely no memory of the night before. There was absolutely no sign of him remembering anything about the Forbidden Forest. He didn't accuse anyone. He didn't suddenly whip out punishments. He didn't corner any students in corridors with that twisted grin of his. He certainly didn't sneer at Emerson. He didn't so much as glance at Mattheo with the faintest understanding that he was overpowered. It was as though the Forbidden Forest incident never happened.
Mattheo's magic worked.
The Obliviation.
The Legilimency.
The reshaped memory.
Every bit of it held.
The memory Mattheo painfully and almost violently reconstructed inside Amycus' mind held perfectly.
But peace never lasted long at Hogwarts. Alecto Carrow was another story.
She stormed into the Great Hall during breakfast with all the grace of a bludger, her face blotchy and furious. The moment she spotted Amycus, she marched over to him and began whispering harshly, tugging him out as quickly as she came.
It didn't take them very long to find out exactly what was wrong, although there was a sneaking suspicion.
Down in the dungeons, Enzo happened to walk past the Carrows' private office. He accidentally slept in, having exhausted himself the night before with healing Emerson, Elena and Luna. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but when Alecto's shriek tore through the stone corridor, he nearly dropped his potions book.
Amycus flinched, bewildered. "What are you talking about? I did my patrol. I went through the forest to try and capture anyone searching for Longbottom and Weasley but no one showed up. I—look, I got injured, alright? There was a centaur—,"
"What do you mean no one showed up? You useless sack of—,"
"You let your prisoners escape!" Amycus snapped back. "If you had just kept the girls where they were—,"
"Oh yes, because your plan was flawless, wasn't it?" Alecto spat, clearly in a fit of rage. "Send two troublemakers into the Forbidden Forest and hope another pack comes running after them. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."
"It should have worked!"
"It failed," Alecto hissed. "Spectacularly. They weren't even punished."
"You're blaming me?" Amycus bellowed back, sounding both offended and defensive. "You were the one with the Gryffindor and the Lovegood girl, and somehow you let them dodge you!"
