Harry Potter Forgotten By Parents Fanfiction Slytherin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Since then, I have been teaching him about our way of life; he's a fast learner. Dad was gone. I could hardly believe it. The Vampyres had scattered to the four winds, and I was left alone in my coffin, forgotten. Jezzabelle, my mother, had left me with Magnus, my father, after she was chased by the witches of Ravenclaw, knowing I would be safe with him if she couldn't return for me, only I hadn’t been.

Then, Calithra urgently said, "Harry! Hurry up and bow to the Divine Mother!" At that, Harry quickly dropped to the ground and spoke in a pitiful voice, "O Divine Mother, my parents have been killed by horrible people! Please let my grandma avenge them!" Nyx's voice suddenly became cold and steely. "Peder Sawyer left a long time ago, and he is no longer a Vilemoorian. However, he grew up here, and Vilemoorian blood still flows in his body.

Or worse, what if they're that crazy to throw me in a pool of piranhas or alligators? Maybe I was losing my mind. Nobody could blame me anyway. I had reasons to go coo-coo anyway. My mom died when I was young, daddy was never nice, loan sharks were after me, and I was left with no choice but to stay at this Hogwarts copycat. Not to mention the lady whom Uncle George called the head mistress looked like that lady who can shift into a cat. I'd never seen the movie, just a few clips Jessy was so obsessed about. Well I wished there would be a real-life Malfoy in this place. That would be awesome. I took in some air while trying to wash away the eerie feeling that's enveloping me before I forced

His hands trembled with fury as he tightened the straps. The images of his dream, the murder, the fire, the screaming, were no longer just haunting shadows. They were memories. His memories. “They slaughtered my parents,” he spat through clenched teeth. “Enslaved my people. Burned my home. And I’ve been sitting here, waiting.” He threw the satchel over his shoulder and turned toward the door with blazing eyes. The wizard appeared in the doorway like a ghost, silent and stern. “You can’t go to Bloodthorn like this,” he said.

All I want to do is take her to my room and make her scream my name in pleasure. I reluctantly release her hand and move toward the table with the others. “Okay, now let’s get into this. Michaela, how do we find out how my son and all the clan have forgotten my friends and from what I can gather how Luthor’s family forgot us as well.” My father wastes no time. “I can do a remembrance spell to see what happened, but I need more than one person to use. One who has forgotten the person and the other who has not. It won’t harm anyone it will however jog those who have forgotten memory to where the spell took root, and we will have our answer.” I look at my father, he and I will be the ones to do

she said sobbing at the painful memory “Mom, I’m sorry you had to go through that... but why didn’t you tell me you had the spell. You could’ve given me and we could have left a long time ago because clearly being here is traumatizing you and bringing back bad memories” I said “I don’t know where I put the spell, I am sure I threw it away. When I found out your father was my second chance mate I just wanted to forget Liam’s father and everything that reminded me of that life. I am so sorry baby for dragging you into this” She said

"I never saw you again after that," Draco said, his voice tinged with sadness. After my mother fell ill and passed away, my father took me back, and I lost all contact with Draco. "You have no idea how long I searched for you," he said, feigning exasperation. "And yet, you heartless thing— you completely forgot about me." … Draco tapped my forehead lightly with his fingers, grumbling in mock annoyance. Yet, something about the gesture felt oddly familiar.

Leah interjects, her voice sweet but her eyes wicked, "Maybe Daddy needs another punishment. A longer and crueler one this time. After all, he clearly didn't learn his lesson from just one night in the library." Agatha's lips curl into a cruel smile. "You might be right, darling. Your father seems to have forgotten his place in this family. He seems to be forgetting how to love us." "I haven't forgotten anything," I protest weakly open that I would be forgiven. "Please, Agatha. It was just a small mistake. I can do anything you want me to do” “It is too late, Harry ! You have done your worst! And on today of all days, when we need to show strength."

"Why?" "As if you don't know." He scoffed. "Do you forget? It was your father who killed my parents. Your father, Bellatrix." The hatred in his voice broke me. "No, Pl-lease..." Tears streamed down my eyes. "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry, Pl-lease forgive me." "Forgiveness?" He smirked coldly, shaking his head. "Never. I do not trust a killer's daughter!" He stepped back from me. "There will be nothing between us anymore, Bellatrix."

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.