Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-10-04 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !harry potter, *narrative, helena wayne |
Narrative: Helena W
Who: Helena W
What: Where is a little bat hiding
Where: Harry Potter
When: Currentish
Warnings/Rating: General screwyness, Hels still being jacked
She'd told Sam that maybe it was better not to feel again. To cut that part out that felt anything. But how did one do that?
For Helena, the answer was simple: cut out the parts that remembered anything good. If all she had was bad and never good, then she'd be free of the parts that knew anything better was possible. She wouldn't be hopeless like she had been all those months ago; she'd be hopefree.
The details were a little more difficult. She'd found the door that opened in Mombasa and learned how to Dream. There she'd alter her memories, but for now she was here, gems traded in for galleons. Some things were too deeply ingrained in her and she needed a way to undo what she was planning on doing, at least if she ever made that choice in the future. So. A Pensieve purchased. A witches' time bought. She'd considered letting them hit her with a memory charm, but she didn't simply want to forget. She needed to kill that part of her that still believed in feeling anything.
So she sat, the Pensieve on the table between the two of them. The witch was older, with haunted eyes and worn clothes, but new gloves - and she'd been willing to do this for a muggle. Helena nodded, recalled the first of the memories she wanted to preserve, and felt the slightly warm tip of the wand touch her temple to pull it out. They'd do this for the next three nights, until the stone bowl sitting on the table between them was full of her memories.