Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

Then, he sat down and explained, "Lydia, I didn't tell you because I was worried that you'd be mad. Sarah has only a month left." He sounded extremely helpless. "I know you don't like it when I approach her, but I can't just leave her like that. She's dying." "So, are we postponing our mate bonding ceremony?" I asked. He paused for a bit and took a delicate bottle out of his pocket. It was filled with a light blue liquid. "This is the Memory Potion, and I developed this myself. After taking this, it'll suppress a part of your wolf momentarily. "You'll temporarily forget everything that happened this month. After Sarah is… gone, we'll proceed with our mate bonding ceremony."

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

Helen listened to her parents rambling about the meeting and the queen she could hear excitement from their voices. She was really happy for her parents until... She received a call from her aunt saying her parents were dead. She didn't want to believe it until she was asked to come home for their burial. The school had given her enough time to mourn returning when she was back to normal. And could socialize again. At her parents burial she decided to use dark magic to see her parents last memory. But she wasn't strong enough and so she only saw fragments of horrible scenes. And it still lingered in her mind.

“If I’m just his ghost, why did he take a bullet for Elena in Ch 32? Why did he burn Clause Seven? Why did he tell the board I’m his wife in Ch 29?” Harry’s smile faded. “Because he doesn’t know the difference anymore. And if you stay, he’ll drag you into madness with him.” He pushed the pen across the desk. “Sign. Give me the kill list location. Save yourself, your father, your daughter. Or walk out that door and watch David burn Benz Holdings to the ground trying to keep a dead woman alive.” *2. The Memory* I didn’t touch the pen. Instead I remembered Ch 20. The bridge. River black below. Bullet cracking ice in my shoulder. David’s hands on me, shaking, whispering _“Don’t you dare close yo

It kills faster than imagined. Our eyes remain locked. A final weak gasps escape my lips. Dizziness kicks. My head wave's. It finally drops. His deadly foot claws are my last experience. Every where and everything turns black. **** Hermione's POV. My body twitch. I whimper. Bad memories roam my thoughts. I wriggle on whatsoever surface I lay. My foots knock tough surface. That performs the trick. My eyes instantly swing ajar. I loudly gasp. My eyes glow beta blue then slowly revert to normal

It means a great deal to me! ＊ The best of us must sometimes eat our words. — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead The talk with Hunter still bugged my mind. Above all, I felt the immeasurable guilt for pretending to be his friend to gain more information on Tyler and his connection with Villain X. I tried my best to shove it back on the back of my mind. I had more important matters now such as Villain X and what he might do to us. There was no time to dwell on regrets. What had happened between Hunter and me was not a priority.

So, once every week, we delve back into life at Hogwarts and the adventures it holds. Samuel is the first to fall asleep, twitching occasionally as I continue to read. Lord Voldemort is back, and Harry sees it, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't believe everything Harry tells them. Their goal is to keep everyone calm. What will he do? "Laila," I whisper, placing the book on my chest, "please stop squirming." She looks up at me, but her eyes stare like she's miles away. "Honey!" I sit up, taking her by the cheeks, "what's wrong?"

I slowly open my eyes, It's him, I was shock. "Ohhh, I don't Know I slept here" it's the only words that came out in my mouth He looked away and stand near the deep part of the pool he didn't say anything. I also stand up and get inside the house without saying anything. I went to my room to change clothes. I sat in my bed and feel asleep. "No, Sylvester please don't leave me." I said while crying "Asheryl, I've had enough of you I gave you enough time to help me to remember but what happened I still can't remember you and I want you to leave Now!" He shout at me

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.