Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Forgotten Novels & Stories

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

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.

He showed us his phone screen. I thought my world spun. My heart crushed inside my chest. I felt I was getting smaller, burning, and melting as he stared at me with disgust and disappointment. “You were gone for years, Harry. And this was what made you busy that you forgot that you have family back home?” He shook his head as hatred filled his eyes. “I can’t fucking believe it that you went this low—this far.”

Even the cottage Cass… I stopped myself from saying his name. Even in my mind. He was a traitor, and he ruined whatever good memories I had left of my life. “Are you okay?” Harry asked, looking concerned. “Yes, I am. I just had a very bad memory.” “Don’t worry. Once you taste my cooking, all bad memories will disappear,” he joked and served me some stew. “Thank you, Harry. You really don’t know what you’ve done for me.”

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed. He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing. That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted. There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.