Hogwarts. In my opinion, there are better names for a boarding school. However, the name suits the pure insanity that lies inside. A wizarding school for children with magical abilities. Think I'm crazy yet? If not, you will soon enough.
I loved it there. I didn't have many friends, but I liked it like that. It was easier to care for and protect each one of them.
Protect them from what? Others, each other, and themselves. I had my hands full, as I am the only girl in the group.
Well, I was. The group I was a part of got violently upturned.
How? That is what I am writing about. I erased my old friends' memories so they would not feel the guilt I feel each and every day. I am writing this so that this ordeal is not lost forever, because I am going to wipe my own memories after I write this.
I can't deal with it anymore. It is driving me insane. I loved Aman, but I will forget him. I need to, for my mental health. Hopefully he won't hate me for this, wherever he is now.
Before you get too confused, I will give you some backstory. I met Aman Misago when I was eleven and he was twelve. I was on my way to a new boarding school, Hogwarts, if you couldn't tell.
I sat alone in my compartment, which wasn't terrible. I had heard stories from my parents about their days at the historic school. They were both in Hufflepuff.
I wanted to be like them. Find someone in my own House whom I trusted.
Aman burst through the door, a short and stocky boy with a complexion like chocolate. He grinned at me with brilliant white teeth like we had known each other for years. He boomed out a greeting and extended his hand. I shook it without a word and immediately looked back out of the window. He intimidated me with his boisterous personality.
"Well what's your name girlie, or do you not have one of those?" he demanded.
"Iliana! I'm a first year!" I squeaked, terrified.
I saw the Gryffindor crest on his robes. I remembered all the stories of pranks gone wrong and fights won by that House whilst my parents were students. I didn't want to receive that from this boy.
"Well Iliana the first year, I am Aman, a second year who will show you the ropes of this jungle of a school." And with those words, I sealed my fate for years of loyalty and laughter with my best friend. Nothing could go wrong.
Or so I thought.
In my sixth year, it started.
The deaths.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
- Iliana
*A/N: new story! Hope you guys like it! I'll see how the feedback is before I upload the next chapter. *
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Purposely Forgotten
Fanfiction*Marauders Era* Iliana Quincy needs to forget something, or rather someone. No one else remembers, because she made them forget. What could be so horrible that she cannot allow herself or her old friends to remember? Will the story be lost forever?
