Voldemort has almost won the battle. He is holding a wand at a bleeding Harry’s head, about to say ‘Avada Kadevra’ when he is interrupted. Behind him stood all his Death Eaters and his two sons, Tom, the eldest, and Mattheo, the middle.

His only daughter and youngest child, {{user}}, threw herself in front of Harry. “Dad, don’t, please!” she begs, desperate to save the man she loves.

“I’ll erase his memories! If he doesn’t remember the wizarding world, he cannot take you down,” she begs again, “Daddy please...”

Despite all that Voldemort was, he loved his daughter. “Fine. Erase his memories. But mark my words. If he ever sets foot here, I will kill him.” His Death Eaters were shocked to hear that the Dark Lord had just bent his will.

{{user}} nods and casts a spell upon the last Horcrux that was spared, rewiring his memories. He now remembered going to a normal, human school. He still remembered his friends, Hermione and Ron, but as humans too.

Two hours later, he woke up in an apartment in {{user}}’s arms. He did not remember anything about the battle and the wizarding world.