Meghan truly becomes a Slytherin slave maid by namimi098 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The Memory Alteration

Days of humiliation and hard labor had passed when one evening, Professor Snape summoned Meghan to his office. Her hands trembled as she stood before his desk, fearing another scolding or impossible task.

Professor Snape: "Sit down, Meghan."

Meghan: "Yes, Professor."

He produced a small vial of shimmering, silvery liquid and a wand. Meghan's eyes widened with curiosity and fear.

Professor Snape: "This potion will alter your memory. You will forget your past life as Meghan Markle. From now on, you will truly believe you have always been a slave maid in Slytherin. It is for your own good, and for the good of the wizarding world."

Meghan: "But... why?"

Professor Snape: "Because, your constant rebellion and memories of your past are disruptive. Drink this, and your suffering will lessen. You will find purpose in your new life."

Without further explanation, Snape tapped his wand to her forehead and forced the vial to her lips. The potion was warm, with a strange, sweet taste. Meghan's vision blurred, and she felt her consciousness slipping away.

The New Life

When Meghan awoke, she was in the Slytherin dormitory kitchen, surrounded by dishes and cleaning supplies. Her head felt heavy, but her mind was strangely clear. She blinked, looking around at the familiar setting with a sense of belonging she couldn't explain.

Pansy Parkinson: "Hey, maid! What are you doing just standing there? Get to work!"

Meghan: "Yes, Miss Parkinson. Right away."

The memory of her past life was gone. Meghan moved about her tasks with a quiet efficiency, her mind focused solely on her duties. She scrubbed floors, polished trophies, and served meals without complaint, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction in her work.

An Encounter with Draco

One day, as she was cleaning the common room, Draco Malfoy entered with a group of his friends. He watched her for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips.

Draco Malfoy: "Maid, come here."

Meghan: "Yes, Master Malfoy?"

Draco Malfoy: "You seem different. Less... defiant. Have you finally accepted your place?"

Meghan: "I don't know what you mean, Master. I've always been a servant here."

Draco Malfoy: "Good. Keep it that way. We don't need any more trouble from you."

The Routine

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Meghan's life settled into a routine of servitude. The students continued to treat her with disdain, but she no longer felt the sting of their words. Her sense of self had been entirely reshaped by the memory alteration.

One evening, as she was preparing the dormitory for the night, she overheard a conversation between two students.

Student 1: "Did you hear about that new maid? She used to be a royal, can you believe it?"

Student 2: "No way! A royal? Here? That's impossible."

Meghan paused, a faint flicker of curiosity sparking in her mind. But as quickly as it came, it vanished. She shook her head and continued with her work, dismissing the strange thoughts as nonsense.

The End of the Day

At the end of each day, Meghan retired to her small, cramped quarters. She lay on her narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind empty of dreams and ambitions. Her past life was a forgotten whisper, buried deep within her altered memory.

Meghan: (whispering to herself) "This is my life. This is my purpose."

And so, Meghan lived out her days as a Slytherin slave maid, her true identity lost to the magic that bound her. In the heart of Hogwarts, a duchess-turned-servant found a twisted peace in the life she had been forced to accept, her past erased and her future forever changed.