Apr 23

“So you’re really like you were twelve again, huh? How’d that happen? Did it hurt? Was Voldemort involved? Can you really not remember anything? Was it a potion? What did it taste like? Do you know what was in it? I can think of a few ways you could…”

Severus had held up his hand to fend off the deluge of words and questions. He hadn’t really expected the Ravenclaw to stop mid-word at the gesture. The kid must’ve been well trained by the Professor. He made the mistake of lowering his hand again without having made a specific remark or question. The flow of words picked up right where they had left off.

“…make to do that kind of thing. Tryna says you’ve had a few resurfacing memories, so they must not have been totally eradicated, only suppressed, and that would have to be dried elephant blood. It was a potion, right?”