Romans & histoires Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction

One week before Mom and Dad's 20th wedding anniversary, Mom gives Dad a Patek Philippe watch as a gift. However, I take the watch from him and give it to my 300-pound classmate, Amber Love. This is because in my past life, Dad's personality changed completely after three days of wearing the watch. He would look at me with coldness in his eyes, constantly smash things, curse at me, and call me a good-for-nothing bitch. I once casually complained about him to one of his good friends, Bryan Glover, but Dad found out and slapped me hard. It wasn't until one night later, while walking past Mom and Dad's bedroom, that I overheard them say the watch was a cursed object that would let the wearer

Time goes back to normal, and Oliver pushes Harry's wolf away from him and scrambles up to his feet, looking injured and disheveled. But he's not really what I'm focused on right now. My eyes are on Harry, and I watch as the strangest and cruelest magic works on him. I won.

I am filled with anxiety all over my body and why does it feel like my decision is wrong? “If the curse is real.” Harry says over my mouth as soon as he pulled himself away while he was still holding the back of my neck. “Please. Please, don’t forget me. Please.” His voice sounded weak. “I won’t. I don’t. I will never ever want to.” We kiss again.

Walking down the hallway I decided to see Helena or anyone in order to get away from Damien, then I remembered my dream and the signs I have been seeing I decided to see Drake, if anyone could put me through it was him. "Hey there Drake, are you busy" I asked walking in on him mixing some potions, then few minutes later, chickens came around flapping their feathers, I gasped stepping out of the way and at the same time trying not to laugh. "More chickens for Christmas thanks Drake" I laughed. He glared at me. "I have been trying a memory mix up spell, it just so tricky" He groan in frustration. "Here let me have a look" I walk towards the open book while Drake stare at me with folded arms a

“Everyone has been keeping secrets from me and lying to my face. I desperately need my memory of that night back to see what happened with my own eyes. Hilda was silent for a long moment, studying me with her penetrating gaze, and I had that sort of uncomfortable feeling that she was looking not at me but through me. Observing the tangled mess of my emotions and the core of who I was. “Memory magic is dangerous, Kayla,” she said. "Especially when the memories were taken by trauma rather than by a spell. Your mind built walls to protect you, and breaking those walls could hurt you.” “I don’t care!” I snapped. “I just want my memory back. Whatever it takes, I can handle it. I don’t care what i

“Enough. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But you won’t get another chance. Mr. Wilson, come in!” A man in a white lab coat walked into the room, holding a strange-looking pocket watch. His expression was serious and focused. Without a word, he bowed respectfully to my parents and to Steve. Ben’s voice was cold. “Start the procedure. Extract her memories immediately. I want to know where Emily went.” “Yes, sir,” Mr. Wilson replied without hesitation. He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve.

My thoughts fractured like a kaleidoscope, except each image was unique, drawing physical and emotional pain from the worst of my memories. When Vexx eased off, I found myself on the cold, mirrored floor with him standing over me. He had one boot on my wrist so that I couldn't use my wand. Raising his own, he spoke a choking spell and my throat constricted from the dark magic. I clawed at my neck with my free hand which was useless. His intense yellow-green gaze bored into mine as he watched me struggle, the air squeezed from my lungs, never to return.

answered Harry to the girl. "Daddy, you have an appointment for doctor Chris to examine you today." Said the dark brown hair figure with the golden shirt, still from the outside of the door. "Oh, yes. Daddy forgot..." Mr. Harry then stood up, "I forgot, I have an examination for control today!" explained Harry to his guest. ### They are walking outside the campus. "It is so weird..what we've done...looking for girls to marry inside the campus. So weird." Said Remus.

Moving my gaze to where the scream came from, I watched in utter horror as my best friend fell through the ice and the younger version of me tried to save her. I relived every moment of that tragedy and just when I thought it was over, I relived it again. Unable to move from where I stood, I had to continue reliving that memory over and over again. If this was the witch’s doing, then she had a twisted sense of humor. The crushing weight of the memory was too much for me to bear. Even though I couldn’t move from where I was, I was able to lower myself to the ground and sit on my knees. I kept trying to look away, but I couldn’t.

I kept on turning over and over again on the bed recklessly, I couldn’t just get myself under control and it was something provoking. For the first time I was feeling this awkward, I had this strange feeling. Either ways I needed someone, I felt vulnerable to the universe again and it reminded me of an old friend. An old friend that his memory brought back so many hurtful memories and those words echoed again inside my eardrums. “I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!” “I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!” I, Dumbledore Voldemort, rejects you as my mate!!” “Eishh!!” I held my ears really tight as it repeated for the third time. “Not again, please just go forever.” I