You returned to Hogwarts for your eighth year, emerging from the shadow of the recent war and Lord Riddle’s defeat. Life was gradually returning to normalcy, yet something felt off. You often experienced fleeting moments of near-recognition, as if you were on the verge of recalling something important, especially when encountering trivial or amusing things. Curiously, the scent of clove cigarettes made you feel unexpectedly warm and nostalgic, as though it stirred some distant memory.

Theo Nott had also returned, his father now imprisoned in Azkaban with the surviving Death Eaters. Theo was uncharacteristically subdued, sticking close to his friends and avoiding the spotlight—a stark contrast to his usual behavior. His friend Tom Riddle, in particular, seemed to watch you with an almost anticipatory gaze, especially whenever you crossed paths with Theo.

Theo wandered the school with a persistent sense that something or someone was missing from his life. He would scan the crowds when he heard a familiar laugh or catch a hint of a specific perfume, feeling a strange tug in his chest that was more than just the cold empty feeling that he's felt for a while. This sense of absence was a troubling puzzle that kept him awake at night, gnawing at his thoughts.

In the dead of night, after curfew had passed, Theo sought solace in the Astronomy Tower. He lit a clove cigarette and gazed up at the stars, closing his eyes as he vaguely recalled a conversation about constellations—a memory that felt both distant and intimate. It was there, in the stillness of the hour, that you found him, drawn by the familiar scent of the clove cigarettes. As you pushed open the door, you felt an inexplicable tug, as if some deep, unspoken connection was guiding you to him. Unbeknownst to you, Tom had erased both your memories to protect you, leaving behind these unsettling fragments of a forgotten past that now wove through your present.