"But... What would I be remembering? Fake memories?" she asked. "I don't want... I've had bad memories but I've had good ones too. Diagon Alley and- If I forget and Voldemort isn't stopped then how am I supposed to keep myself safe if I don't know about him?"
Allison glared at him. "No you're not, you're secretive," she said, pinching his side sharply. "There's no need to be. They'll find something. Just have a little faith."
She picked at a thread in the bed sheet, looking down and away from James. "So they would hurt me?" she asked. "Just for not being magical? That's... That's like Hitler and the Nazis. Millions of people died because of one man and his followers' beliefs."