Harry Potter Never Forgives Everyone Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

She was clearheaded and her emotions were as transparent as glass. "You don't need forgiveness from me, Harry. You don't need anything from me. I don't hate you for what happened, I was disgusted by your actions. Fortunately, all of that is over now, I do not care about that anymore as long as you don't try to get close to me. If it means that much to you, then I forgive you." Easier said than done, the pain in her heart formed once more, she couldn't tell if it was the unsettled emotions from the past with Andrew or the new conflicting ones.

The debris scattered heavily as Harry was stomped on and crushed, causing him to scream in pain. Uncle Jim, still in a fit of anger, paid no attention to whether it hurt or not. He treated it as a rather novel experience, exerting all his strength to trample. "I was wrong, old man, I was wrong! Please forgive me." Harry called out Andy's name, begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention. Worse, Uncle Jim trampled even harder, directly crushing the skin on Harry's back. Seeing that Andy ignored him, Harry had to change his strategy. He cast an innocent look at Emma, saying, "Emma, forgive me? Considering I am also Ivy's father, please forgive me?"

“Yes, he told me about it after apologizing for what we went through even though it wasn’t his fault and he was very much a child when it all went down. He felt he owed us an apology because his family ruined our family and broke us apart.” Harry explained. Okay, my mate can be considerate when he’s not being a dickhead. I guess he can do both. “Good for him.” “Harlyn,” Harry called. I frowned. “He hit Hillan and pushed him. I am not going to forgive him so easily. The law against vampires was trash anyway and should have been scrapped years ago.” I told him. “You are entitled to your anger, my dear.” Harry said and gave me a thumbs up.

"Honey? Why are you so disheveled? This isn't like you at all..." That casual remark completely broke me. The happiness I had stolen was slowly destroying me. One day, my nightmare came true. Lilian used her tongue to trade for the Love Potion's antidote from a witch on the black market. The moment the effect wore off, I watched the affection vanish from Jason's eyes, replaced by pure, bone-deep disgust. "Brenda, you make me sick!" he growled. The Love Potion could fake love, but it could never fake hatred.

And despite everything I did for her, Sharon still plotted to end my life. There was no way I would make the same mistake again. Harry looked up at me, his expression one of calculated vulnerability. "If I don't get into university, my father will force me into some dead-end factory job to support us. I really want to keep studying. Please, this would be like saving my life. I'll do anything to repay you." Sharon's frustration boiled over. "Are you really trying to drive Harry to his death before you stop?" I took several steps back, wanting distance from their escalating intensity, as if it could somehow contaminate me.

Today, I realize that I deserve all your hatred, rejection, and indifference for being a coward and not allowing my heart to fully open without fear of being hurt or used. I leave you this small gift because I know you don't eat breakfast, and the coffee is because I remember you telling me you would kill for a cup of coffee. So I send you lots of coffee, so you can kill me instead of someone else who only wants to hurt you like I did yesterday. Forgive me... Yours truly, the love of your life. My hands start to shake, my heart racing at a thousand miles an hour, and my eyes squint as they slowly cloud over. This letter is from Harry!

Would you forgive the man who crashed your world and left you in the dust of his destruction? I wouldn't! Damien Cross destroyed my world, but with the scars of our divorce, I've returned to dismantle his bit by bit, and he’s about to learn the hardest lesson of his life: Karma doesn't forgive. And I, Juliette Hart, am his.

I did not want to add to your problems and sorry that I never told you. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me and accept me as your brother and we can live happily,”Rogers breathed heavily. Harry could not come to terms that he was the only one who never knew about it and that made him upset but he could not do anything but accept it and move forward.

"Victoria, do you really have feelings for Jeffrey? Can you—" "No!" I cut Harry off. His hands clenched the bedsheets, his throat bobbing as he struggled to swallow his emotions. "Why? Is it because of Jeffrey? He's nothing but an opportunist who took advantage of the situation!" I met his gaze, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Harry, where we are today has nothing to do with anyone else. Yes, you saved me this time, but that doesn't erase the damage you caused before. I'll never forgive you."

"Harry, stop talking." Carwyn Levi lowered his voice. The always obedient Harry shook his head firmly and replied, "No! Harry wants his mother and Uncle Levi to get along! Harry wanted to tell his mother that Uncle Levi did everything. Uncle Levi really wants you back, can you forgive him?" Grainne knew Harry liked Carwyn Levi very much, she also knew Harry wanted Carwyn Levi to be his father. Looking at Harry's determined gaze, Grainne felt a little softened. She didn't have the heart to upset Harry again. "Okay, I'll forgive you!" Grainne didn't have the aura he'd imagined.