Never Forgotten Horror

Chapter 1 - Memories

It was a cool and rainy day in August. That was something Naomi could be thankful for. She'd been so hot the entire summer so it was refreshing to have some rain for a change.

She just got to Hogwarts a few days ago and was already hating it. The teachers from when she was in school were still there including McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Hooch, and Snape. She had been in Slytherin, but that didn't make her like Snape any better than the other teachers. In fact she probably hated him more.

She wasn't having a hard time moving into her new rooms. She didn't have much stuff, and the rooms were rather small. The problem for her would be making sure it didn't turn into a junk yard.

The walls were decorated with flowers, but soon they would be a plain, dark color. Like midnight blue. Brightness was something Naomi couldn't stand. Her appearance showed that very well. She had long, black, curly hair and pale violet eyes. She usually wore dark colors like black, dark blue, or dark red. Her personality matched perfectly with her looks.

As she was unpacking boxes she came across an old photo album from when she was little. There were pictures of her and her friend Serena before the accident. Before she died. Other pictures were of her mother, Anarese, before she was killed too. She didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to remember it. Didn't want to know it.

She also found old, ancient books that were her father's. Every single one was filled with Dark Arts. There were books on the Unforgivable Curses. There were others the Ministry banned and had destroyed.

She didn't know why she still had them. If anyone found out about them she would probably end up in Azkaban. She never used them - just read about the curses. But now that the war with Voldemort was getting even worse, they just might come in handy.

Her father had used them a lot. Make that all the time. He used them on innocent Muggles, other wizards, and her. And her mother.

Naomi could remember that night so well even though she was only three then. Death Eaters, people screaming, blood... lots of blood, the sound of her father, Devin, laughing along with his Death Eater friends as her mother was being tortured to death. Her first memory.

After that she hated him. Instead of calling him 'Dad' he was Devin. And he called her 'kid', or 'stupid, fucking, bitch of a girl' she was more commonly known by. And then she was taught Dark Arts. And was also the subject of them.

Thinking about that made Naomi have nightmares which were actually real and painful. Because every time she read those books, or thought about why she was on this earth, she remembered Devin - torture, pain, and the Curse. The Memorterrica Curse.

Some people are better off not remembering things.

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Snape never liked the summer, but today wasn't as bad. He didn't know why, bit rain always seemed to calm him.

In three days the students would be coming on the train. He hated teaching, and this year was no exception. For the sixth year running he didn't get the DADA job. Last year it had been that bitch of a woman. This year it was another woman. One of his former students to be exact. She was nothing short of a bitch either.

He remembered Naomi Antus very well. All the times she got detention because of never paying attention in class or talking back to the teacher. That girl had always been strange. Very cold and quiet and bothered by everyone. She had two friends and that was it. Everyone else was scared of her.

//No use worrying about it now. Those kids are as good as dead.//

Suddenly, Dumbledore's face appeared in the fire.

"Severus, I want to talk to you in my office about the war."

"I'm coming."

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Naomi just got a call from Dumbledore. They had to talk about the war. This was something she dreaded. And something she didn't feel like doing now.

She was an auror, but she needed more money to live, and Dumbledore's offer was better than the crummy amount the Ministry was going to give her. But she could still help. It was all in the books. Devin's badass books.

But Dumbledore didn't know she had them. That would be a problem. But he knew about the Curse so he would probably understand. Still, if any Death Eaters were still at Hogwarts, or if Lucius Malfoy came on behalf of the Ministry saying all that shit about wanting to make sure Voldemort didn't get hold of them, people would be dying each day. The Memorterrica Curse was one Voldemort might want to use on Harry Potter, making him relive everything twice a month. Not that she cared about Potter. It was only because she knew how painful it was. No one deserved it. Except Devin.

She left all her things the way they were and headed to Dumbledore's office. At least it would get her mind off of her mother.

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