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The air was foggy and quiet. To quiet. There were no memories for miles it seemed. Picture frames were torn, blank, and blurred. Snape was confused "hm.."
"What is it professor Snape?" Hermione asked the man. His brows furrowed at the mention of his name.
"It seems there isn't many memories at all; he might have memory problems perhaps."
As they entered memories they were foggy and unclear, and it left them disoriented each time.
"It could be a form of disassociation..?" Hermione supplied as a answer to the weirdness.
"What's that?"
"Oh! Disassociation is kinda like spacing out almost everyone does it in their lives, some more than others............ Disorders..... Spacing out................... Cause memory problems....... "
Even though they were all next to each other voices started drifting away, being taken my the vastness of the halls.
That's when a dark entity appeared. But they'd already met the inner self..? Twice..?? Wait.
"HOLY SHIT?!!"