Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Is Forgotten นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her dad said in anger, just imagining his daughter's tears because Harry is hurting him. "Dad, don't do anything like that, Harry didn't do anything, I am the one in wrong, I thought I can make him love him after marying and being with him but .... but I was wrong, he didn't love him like before, he complaeatly forgot about everything and I think I can never get back the man that loved me before so I thought about giving up before everything turns painful for both me and him, I just want him to be happy in his own life without thinking that he is married to someone that he doesn't love and I don't want to live with a man that doesn't remember the love he had for him or waiting for him to rem

I bent the doorknob, checking in to see what was going on. To my surprise, two people were making out. I wanted to close the door and exit until something made me stop. The guy below the girl was wearing Harry's favorite shoe. I know it's his. No, it can be him. Harry can never do this. What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head off those thoughts to think straight but the girl turned her face to me with a smirk after noticing my presence. What the hell is she... God this whore can never change.

Call this number before you make any more decisions you can't undo. A phone number followed, with no name attached. I sat down hard on the edge of my bed, my heart hammering, and read the message three more times before the full, dizzying weight of it finally settled. After everything. After Vivienne, after Clover, after Eloise's confession on a windswept pier, I had genuinely believed the worst of it was finally behind me. I had been wrong

I hated myself for how easily I gave in. I hated that my body welcomed him, that my thoughts got blurry, that I stopped thinking about tomorrow and only focused on what was happening right now. I knew this had no future, and also definitely knew it would end badly, he would wake up and regret it. Still, I held on and wanted more. Harry barely spoke. When he did, it was commands, low and sharp. He told me where to put my hands, how to stay still, and when not to move. This wasn’t love. This was hunger and denial colliding.

"You always wore it." "Yes. Took it off to wash and forgot to put it back." He did not press further, but his gaze lingered on my bare wrist. He was used to seeing it there, four years of habit leaving a gap he could not quite name. "Put it back on." He turned and left.

When Sam received news of it, he immediately sent Harry a message. Sam: "Harry, are you in a relationship?" Harry: "What? Are you hearing yourself?" Sam: "The manager told me that you're there with a beautiful girl. Who is it? Why haven't I heard about her before?" Harry: "That's just my idol! Stop the nonsense, Sam. She's like a sister to me now!" After Harry was done showing off, he put down his phone in satisfaction. Then, he ordered two steaks and a plate of pasta. After the waiter served the food, he seemed to remember something. "I think I've forgotten to send Vivian our location."

We were about to migrate to another dimension when the door knob began to move from left to right. We wanted to ignore but the knock became consistent. We had to separate. "Fuck!" Harry blurted, he couldn't believe that we would be disrupted again. I was also not happy that my excitement was cut short. I opened the door and went inside the room immediately. "How did it go?" Harry found his voice. Everyone sat down looking tired and weary. "We didn't see Fred" Harry sprang up from the couch in haste and fell back again. "Harry! Have you forgotten you have an injury? Don't do that again"