Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Forgotten Novels & Stories

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

The doctor spoke up. Harry shut up and glared at me, and pointed a finger at me. “You did this. Don't you ever forget it. And trust me, I am never going to let you forget this either. You took away Kelse’ mom. You took away my Liv. I will never let you forget this.” And I hope he never did. . . . ______

It was said that he had forgotten how old he really was. "I would like to accompany you to see your mate, if I may? I was once in love with a female in that village. But her father did not favor our union. The Clutch has a long memory and well remembered the death of your parents, so it was decided that I would leave the village. I never forgot her. And I would very much like to see if I recognize any of what might be her ancestors." Tine could only nod. He could only imagine the pain that the old dragon had felt. Just being separated from Mira to come to this meeting of the Elders was almost debilitating. Raptor had literally had his love ripped away from him.

I forgot I went here with Tyler once. Harry and I were both silent until she left. I looked at Harry apologetically. “I’m sorry. I-I forgot I went here with Tyler once but it's true that I always come here after exams.” He stared at me, “I wish I met you sooner…” I bit my bottom lip and looked at him painfully. “Tyler is just the father of my daughter now, Harry. Nothing else. He’s my past.” He shook his head and held my hand. “I don't care about the past, Serena. Why don't we just fill this place with a new memory? A memory of us?”

She had played the heartbroken victim perfectly, weaving her story so tightly that no one would dare question it. But she had forgotten to factor me in. I knew exactly what she had done, and I knew exactly how to use it. I pushed off the railing and walked toward the garden, my feet sinking slightly into the soft earth. Harry noticed me approaching and grinned, running up to me with bright, eager eyes. “Did you see that, Mama?” he beamed. “I did it better that time!” “You did wonderfully,” I said, cupping his cheek. “You’ll be even stronger when you grow up.”

“But you’ll remember soon.” His words struck something deep inside her, like a bell ringing in the depths of her mind. Forgotten? What had she forgotten? Lyra’s heart pounded as she tried to process what he was saying. It didn’t make sense—how could she forget something so important, something that involved him, a man she didn’t even know? Or did she know him? Before she could respond, before she could demand answers, the dream began to shift.

His energy makes me feel very cold. Clarissa whirled around in her chair. "He's here?" But she could see nothing. "You mustn't fear him anymore. I am being told this. The second man is here now. He will keep you safe. He has been searching for you for a very long time. Trust him. He is present in your life purely for you. He asks if you like the forget me nots he gave you?" Clarissa's thoughts drifted back to the small vase of forget me nots back on her kitchen table. She smiled fondly and, to her surprise, felt the unexpected onset of a blush.

The intensity of the memories was such that she found herself desiring a magic medicine to wipe away the traces of that night from her mind. The corner of Harry's mouth curled up into a sly smile, his deep voice carrying a hint of charm and teasing, "Hm? You forgot it all?" "It's okay, I will help you to recall. Every sigh, every… surrender," He murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of allure and mischief. He paused, a finger playfully tracing his lips as if occurring the memory again then continued:

"Look at me." Harry's eyes flicked open, his green eyes had turned dark. "I need to get out of this town." "What's happened, Harry?" Brooke asked. "All you've told me is that you need to see them, but why? After last time you said you were never going to visit them again. What's changed?" "They remember," Harry said through gritted teeth. Brooke gasped softly. "What? I thought they had forgotten everything?" "They had. They were basically living vegetables," Harry snapped. "I don't know how, but they remember. Everything."

He knew I wasn’t there to flirt. I was there to forget. To forget I had found and then lost my mate, the one I had waited twenty-eight years for. “You know this won’t help,” Harry said eventually, nursing a single beer. “I don’t care.” My words slurred just slightly. I can’t believe I let her leave without a fight, after waiting for years. I didn’t even say goodbye. What kind of mate does that?” I asked aloud. Harry shifted beside me, exhaling slowly. “You didn’t have a choice. She didn’t give you one.”