Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Doesn't Forgive Ron นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

“Thank you for receiving us. I regret that my mate has caused such public disorder.” He placed just the right touch of gentle disappointment into his tone. “But I am willing to forgive her. After all, we are fated mates. A bond like ours is not so easily discarded.” For a heartbeat, I saw it again—the Ronan who used to bring me tea when I worked late into the night. The one who once traced my scars without flinching. The boy who kissed my forehead before I transformed for the first time. And then I remembered the woman on his arm. The child in her womb.

If a chef who had fed him since he was a teenager couldn't earn an ounce of forgiveness, then what would happen to me? Ronan loosened his tie with a rough tug. "Why would I forgive someone who clearly deceived me, stabbed me in the back, and disappointed me? Not to mention the mental and physical damage he caused you. Wouldn't it be foolish to forgive him so easily?" I fell silent. This seemed to be the first time I'd ever heard Ronan explain his thoughts at such length, outlining his feelings without me having to provoke him first. Ronan turned his head, looking straight into my eyes. "What about you, Al? Can you forgive a traitor?"

It hit me like a lightning bolt, and I froze. Now it made sense why Trevor had been so eager to write that forgiveness letter to Roxanne. That conversation explained everything, and suddenly, it all just felt so ridiculous. Trevor and I had been married for almost ten years, but his love child was already 18. It had been ten whole years, and here I was, totally clueless, like an idiot. So why did he do that? He already had Maeve. What made him marry me?

Harry shouted back in anger, Revan can't tell anything, even though he can see everything clearly, he had never been with them, he never saw anything, he didn't even hear Ava telling that, not only him, everyone there know how much Ava loves him and how crazy she was for Harry so he can't do anything. Harry started to walk away from there not looking at anyone, he is just too angry and he just wanted to take Ava alone and talk about this! he doesn't know why he is so angry when he doesn't like Ava but he just doesn't like it and he is not in the place to even think about anything, he is just too angry!

I said closing my eyes. Harry removed his hands standing straight. I understood I hurt him but what I said was truth. He said “Stella, I know why you don’t want to get touched by me. But it’s months back. I was not in my senses and was so angry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for that. But even if Roman might had not come, I wouldn’t have done anything. I might had been angry but I know, I might had not gone to the level where you completely loathe me. Can’t you forget it and forgive me?” “It’s not as simple as you say. You tried to...” I stopped my sentence in the middle controlling my emotions.

Harry didn’t expect my words to be so direct, and his emotions intensified. He shook my shoulders repeatedly, seemingly desperate for an answer from me. “If you have nothing to do with that guy, why can’t you come home with me? Can’t we talk this out properly? You weren’t like this before! I know I was wrong. What will it take for you to forgive me?” I struggled to break free from Harry’s grip, then kicked the flowers he had set down to the side. “All the paths and choices you made brought us here. Isn’t it better to leave each other with a shred of dignity?”

I shouted as I tried my best to catch up to her while ignoring the numbness of my feet. "Mey!" I yelled as loud as I could, ignoring the look on everyone's face as I ran past them like a madman in a boxer and plain black sleeveless shirt. I stopped a few steps away and called her again. This time, she paused and turned around. I watched tears streaming down her face. My heart squeezed and all I could do was threw my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. * * * When speaking to Ron, Hermione recalls the professor's words of forgiveness in The Half-Blood Prince: "Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right."

"I never hated you Harry.. I knew that your behavior was just a foolish teenage kid who wanted to take his right and he only found that way and then you didn't do me any harm you just avoided my presence.. I always knew you weren't bad but you just wear that mask Harry blinked a few times and then said, "Does that mean you forgive me or not?" Kristen's expression turned cold and he laughed, "Really idiot!" Harry smiled and said, "Then I'll give you a hug for the first time!" He stood towards Kristen, who was sitting in front of him, but the carriage was unbalanced by them to lean towards Kristen and he fell on him so hard that Kristen screamed, "Damn you, I forgive you. Just go away! My bone

‘I just meant, because he’s such a good looking guy…’ I trailed off again, not wanting to offend her. ‘You’re surprised he would pay for it?’ I looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed, ‘It's ok, you’re right’. We shared a laugh. ‘But when me and Harry got serious, The others had to learn to accept it and get over it… and eventually, they did’. ‘It's not the same though. You and Harry are pretty much the same age... And you aren’t Ron’s daughter’. ‘No, I know sweetheart, Just... Don’t worry, It will all work out, ok?’ I smiled sadly and nodded.