Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Doesn't Forgive Ron 소설 & 이야기

He looked back at me and then at the phone screen several times as though he was trying to find a similarity between Adrian and me. Right. "Okay, I think that’s enough," I said, taking the phone from him. A picture of Adrian at a conference met my eyes, and I felt my features harden. The sight of his face was enough to upset me, let alone his presence. Even though he’d told me his truth, I wasn’t ready to forgive or forget. The damage had already been done. Now satisfied, Harry finished his breakfast and even asked for a second helping. After helping him pack his books, crayons, pencils, and an endless list of school essentials, we were set to go to school.

Harry grumbles, folding his arms as if it could stop the words, which are like bullets ripping through his body. "No," Ariadne sighs. "I just have one more thing to say. It's probably the stupidest thing I've done so far, but-" She can't really be- "-I forgive you, Harry. Go and live your life and find your hope. Maybe there's still redemption for you, so you can see her again, and she will open her arms and welcome you." "F*ck her," Harry spits. "She left me all alone. He did too. They both left me. I never want to see them again."

Harry just crosses his arms when he realizes Aiden has a point. "Fine, don't help me then. I'll find a way to make him forgive me without giving him what he wants," he says, "I realized way too late, you can't just always give your kids what they want or they turn into criminals or perverts. Or both, in Damon's case." "Which one am I?" I ask. Harry looks at me. "You're neither, I can still spoil you some more," he says and he puts an arm around my shoulders, "If you get Dean to forgive me, I'll give you anything you want."

she defends herself "I'm better Harry" "And I believe that but I don't know what you want from me, to forgive you? To forget everything and just take you back?" "Is it so wrong to want that? We used to be amazing Harry and I want that back" as they're talking Harris takes a quick glance at his watch and realizes it's already noon.

However, Fanny actually wanted her to forgive them with ‘inappropriate words’? Fanny froze. She had never expected to meet with setbacks! This kind of incident also happened before, but as long as her parents asked her to mediate, Harry and Rachel would at least relent even though they didn’t directly forgive them. But this trick didn’t work now!

Oh please, I hope it's her. But I was disappointed to see him. "Harry?" I uttered. "Harry?! BRO! IT'S BEEN SO LONG!" Flint said. Is he my friend? "What are you doing here?" I asked. He just looked at me, trying to find words to say. "Come on, dude. Don't tell me you're still mad?" Harry said. I can't believe my ears! "Are you that insensitive? You're coming all the way here for such a reunion without even saying sorry?! AND YOU EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU?!" I shouted at him.

“And honestly, you have every right not to.” “I was horrible to you,” Ronan admitted. His jaw tightened slightly. “Back then I… I thought it was funny.” A flicker of shame crossed his face. “But it wasn’t.” I stared at him. Still trying to understand whether this was some kind of twisted joke. “So what?” I said finally. “You expect me to forgive you now?” “No—” He said simply. His answer surprised me. “I don’t expect anything from you.” Silence fell between us.

I could feel it in the way the bond pulsed between us, in the way their wolves responded to mine. But that didn’t erase everything they had done. I took a deep breath, forcing steel into my voice. "I don’t forgive you." Ronan flinched, just barely. Kieran’s smirk faltered. Elias’s expression darkened. "Good," Ronan finally said. "Because we’re going to earn it." My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.

Third Person’s Perspective Working together was not easy for Ron and Hermoine. It was war every day. Not the kind of war with swords and fire, But the quiet kind, The kind where two people smiled in front of others, But behind closed doors, they were full of hate. Ron didn’t trust Hermoine. And Hermoine hated Ron. Every time she looked at him, her hands would clench. Her jaw would tighten. There were things she had not forgotten. Things she would never forgive.

“About that night when you did not come home. About the number of another man that you kept.” Sarah stiffened. “I have forgiven all your mistakes,” he repeated, confident and certain, as if he were truly the one who had been wronged. But Sarah knew. She had done nothing wrong. Yet Ronan spoke as if all of it were serious sins that he had generously forgiven. “You do not need to keep feeling guilty,” Ronan continued, his voice gentle but pressing. “I do not hold grudges. I just want us to return to how things should be.” How things should be, according to his version.