Chapter 91 – Mind Games
I was sitting next to Quincy's bed in the infirmary, holding my notebook in my lap, reading it through over and over again. I was told to stay and rest, so I didn't argue against it, which also meant I could keep an eye on Quincy. I had fake memories to deal with in my head while I was waiting for her to wake up. Ones that felt so real it was scary, and it was hard to believe they hadn't happened. Thankfully, through this notebook, I could discern what was real and what was the machinations of Albus Dumbledore.
"I got Quincy back." It was the first thing I wrote into it, followed by a warning to everybody. "If you ever feel yourself to be in danger, burn your notebook. Its existence could bring forth your demise."
To my surprise, very few people wrote they would do it, while the rest assured me they would be with me going forward, whatever happens, even if they have to fight the Order. In the end, I had more than forty students who signed their names, saying they wanted to follow me as everyone felt a storm was coming.
"I will have to come up with a codename for everyone," I murmured, closing the notebook. "I need a security backup if one of these books falls into the wrong hands!"
"We can... enchant it, so only the selected people can read... it..."
"Quincy!" I yelled out, standing up at once when I heard her weak voice, helping her sit up before I hugged her close. "Finally, you are back..."
"I... remember some weird things... it doesn't make sense..." She whispered, her throat dry, so I helped her drink some water before doing anything else.
"Most of it is fake memories. Don't force it! We were captured by the Order, and our memories were tampered with!"
"How do you know?" She asked, looking confused, holding my hand, not wanting to let it go. I knew it would be hard to believe, yet her eyes weren't questioning me.
"My blood. I think the ritual... or Herpo is doing it. He imprinted himself into his bloodline, which already means that he knows how to store memories in blood."
"Isn't he... gone? Dead? He said it!"