Fanfiction Harry Potter Refuses To Forgive Novels & Stories

I don’t know what I could do with it. “I know that it will take a long time for you both to forgive me,” Harry claims as he looks back and forth between the two of us. “You can even argue that I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not me or your mother. Yes, you’re right Ada. We were selfish. We let our love destroy the lives of many people.” “You killed Theo!” I sob. “How could you!? He was so young at the time! So—”

"Harry, stop talking." Carwyn Levi lowered his voice. The always obedient Harry shook his head firmly and replied, "No! Harry wants his mother and Uncle Levi to get along! Harry wanted to tell his mother that Uncle Levi did everything. Uncle Levi really wants you back, can you forgive him?" Grainne knew Harry liked Carwyn Levi very much, she also knew Harry wanted Carwyn Levi to be his father. Looking at Harry's determined gaze, Grainne felt a little softened. She didn't have the heart to upset Harry again. "Okay, I'll forgive you!" Grainne didn't have the aura he'd imagined.

Father took a sip of his drink as if he hadn’t just destroyed something. “The only pity I have for you.” His voice softened slightly. “…is that you refused Andrew” "You knew what he did father…" He almost banged the table hard. “Andrew still asks about you.” I laughed. One that sounded more like a sob. “He is willing to forgive you.” The words made me physically ill. Forgive me? Forgive me? For refusing to marry him? For refusing to spend my life trapped?/For refusing to become another thing he owned? As I stood abruptly, the chair scraped against the floor.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

“Laura, you’re young. You deserve more than... whatever this is. I should’ve controlled myself. I let things get out of hand.” My eyes stung with tears as I stepped closer. “No. Don’t do this. You weren’t alone in this. I’ve wanted you for so long. You know that.” He shook his head, refusing to meet my gaze. “It’s wrong. I’m your best friend’s father. There’s too much at stake. If Arlene finds out... If anyone finds out... I can’t let that happen. And if this ever gets out? Everyone would point fingers at you and judge you harshly, of course, they will come for me too but I can take the heat. I’m a public figure, I’m used to such scrutiny, but you? You don’t deserve such harshness. It will b

Harry lifted him up from the back and walked to the front of the urinals, which was suitable for him to pee. Henric peed and said, "Thank you." Harry was stunned. He didn't expect that this child would say thank you, which was quite unexpected. Henric put on his pants and glanced at Harry. "I'm clear about my grievances. You helped me, but it doesn't mean that I will forgive you." "......" Forgive him? Why did he need his forgiveness? After going out of the bathroom, Harry looked down at him and asked, "Which box are you in?"

Ernesta smiled and replied, “It’s not that strange. The novel is written from the protagonist’s perspective, it reflects her subjective point of view. That’s all.” “But in the novel, it says this: Fiona held Ernesta’s hand, her eyes brimming with tears and affection. She said, ‘Ernesta, you’ve suffered so much before. From now on, treat this as your home. If you ever need anything, just tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you.’ Someone who could say something like that clearly values their relationship, so how could she treat you so coldly now? Or maybe… this Fiona has been replaced by another soul, just like how you replaced the original Ernesta?”

"I couldn't sleep. I dreamed of her. She was in the garden, smiling, but when I called her, she couldn't hear me." He lifted his small face, his expression deadly serious. "Dad, I forgive her. I know I shouldn't have been angry. When she comes back, I won't let her fight with Aunt Seraphina anymore. I promise. I will still have her as my Mum." His words were shards of glass in the wound Gideon had just picked open. My throat seized up. I looked at his innocent, trusting face, and I couldn't utter Gideon's cold, tactical dismissal.

Unforgiveness a chain he couldn’t break. Isabel’s delusion that she would ever be a part of their lives again her promise to return when she was out was a lie. And Adrian knew it. He knew that his heart was dead, despite the life he had built. Five years had passed, and there was no end in sight. Only the memory of a family lost, and the man who could never forgive himself.

“No. Please. Carys… don’t say that. I-I…” “I have been a burden on you for long enough, and I didn’t even know what I was putting you through. It will be insensitive of me to not acknowledge your efforts for all these years, but no more. And I say this with all humbleness that I forgive you for cheating on me, but not for everything else that you did just because you thought that would be the best for me. I don’t forgive you for clicking all those sick pictures. I will not forgive you for… killing Snow White and I will never forgive you for killing my child.”