Harry Potter Never Forgives Everyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

-RYU- Fuck it! They are all untrustworthy, always leaving me for that bastard Harry. No matter what I do, no matter what I give to them, they’re always just so ungrateful. I should have tortured him and not given him such a quick death. He deserves to die a silent and painful death, a death that he’ll remain grieving in the grave. Harry, no matter what I do, you’re always one step ahead of me. You may think you’ve outdone yourself, but I’ll get you! That’s my promise to you.

He could not give more time, even though deep down, he already guessed the answer he would receive. “Forgive me, Harry.” No hope remained. Everything had vanished. The honesty given extinguished the last flicker of possibility. “I love Lucas.” “I know. I should have admitted it from the beginning. Seven years of time I spent will never make you forget him,” Harry whispered with acceptance. He was hurt but also blamed himself. “I'm the fool here.” “Harry.” Harry shook his head. “Don't apologize again, Ve. You're not at fault. There's nothing wrong here, and you should be with Lucas, not with me.”

I say in an obvious tone. "And I'm not even married to Oliver yet. He's my fiance. And even if he wasn't in the picture, never in a million years would I mate with you." "Do you think that I'd ever be able to forget all what you did to me? I've forgiven you, yes. But I'll never forget. Don't bother with the saying 'forgive and forget.'" "A person can forgive, but they can never truly forget. You know that, don't you? Harry, clear all these delusions in your head about me being your mate, because I'm not."

He learned not to trust anyone else. "Why don't you forgive him, Harry?" Anna asked, knowing that Nathaniel was listening to their conversation and pretending to play something on his phone. "No, I can't. After what he did? No, I can't forgive him." Harry knew forgiveness was letting go of all negative sentiments and memories, it was moving on with whatever positives remain. Yet, nothing remains, for many years he had punished himself, feeling that if he forgave more fully then love would blossom; yet in truth, it had never been there at all. The guilt of failure, the weight of accusing tongues, took him into a living nightmare. His hatred blossom into more hatred. He could never release all

I don’t know what I could do with it. “I know that it will take a long time for you both to forgive me,” Harry claims as he looks back and forth between the two of us. “You can even argue that I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not me or your mother. Yes, you’re right Ada. We were selfish. We let our love destroy the lives of many people.” “You killed Theo!” I sob. “How could you!? He was so young at the time! So—”

I shouted as I tried my best to catch up to her while ignoring the numbness of my feet. "Mey!" I yelled as loud as I could, ignoring the look on everyone's face as I ran past them like a madman in a boxer and plain black sleeveless shirt. I stopped a few steps away and called her again. This time, she paused and turned around. I watched tears streaming down her face. My heart squeezed and all I could do was threw my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. * * * When speaking to Ron, Hermione recalls the professor's words of forgiveness in The Half-Blood Prince: "Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right."

But this year, on my birthday, he broke his promise and went to the tattoo parlor. He let Sienna watch him erase my name from his heart. I turned to look at the man sleeping in the bed. Moonlight illuminated his face; his features remained perfect, like a marble deity. But on the deity's chest, beat a devil's heart. I finally understood. Those sweet moments were just dewdrops on a spiderweb, meant to lull the prey into a false sense of security, willingly giving up everything. And what I gave up was my father's life, my family's fortune, and my own life for three whole years.

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

Harry suddenly stopped smiling, and the tone of his voice suddenly grew more intense as he asked, “Then shouldn’t you be apologizing?” The man’s aura was so strong that everyone around him shuddered in unison. Even Quentin was no exception. The group of followers on the ground exchanged glances, then quickly apologized to Sienna. “We're so, so sorry. We were wrong. We won't dare to do it again in the future.” After saying that, the group of followers looked at each other and quickly slipped away when they saw that Harry did not seem dissatisfied with their apology. Flora was panicking. In order to criticize Sienna just now, she had made a rude remark saying that Harry was just a person who h

Never wants me again. (Stella's POV) After the day when Harry turned to a hero from an idiot, most of the things were changed. Anna started to talk to Harry again but she couldn’t forget what he did to me. Scarlett aunt changed from a strict dictator mother to a friendly one. And me... I’d been hanging somewhere between thanking him for helping Anna and ignoring him. But I saw a new Harry the day when he spoke to Scarlett aunt and a part of me bugged me to go, talk to him and forgive him for whatever the things he did. Sometimes I hate myself for being who I am.