Hogwarts Watches Harry's Worst Memories Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

And this is beyond my limits. " I'm not marrying this, lout. " I snapped angrily. Forcing would make me insult him more. So I could get rejected. " How dare you. You can not go against my decision. " Momma seethed and raised her hand to slap me. Less than a second, a hand with a cream coat and Chopard carat watch gleaming in his wrist, gripped her hand tightly. I had read on g****e, Harry has a huge collection of the highest brand of watches and I saw it with my naked eyes in his room, penthouse.

My heart sinks as I watch her eyes spring open, her hands going to hold her stomach. "Oh no..." she groans before darting out of bed and towards the bathroom. I watch as she slams the door shut behind her, a few moments later the sounds of her vomiting filter through the room. I stand, ignoring my own still lingering nausea to follow her. I push the door open and lean behind her, pulling her hair back and rubbing her back gently as she spews her stomach contents into the toilet. The sound is triggering my own gag reflex, but I swallow hard and ignore it to focus on Harlow. Eventually she stops and sits back against the wall, breathing heavy. I wipe her mouth off with a towel, swiping the tea

A high-pitched ringing reverberates in my ears and my teeth ground at the auditory assault. I squint through the disorientation and my eyes almost bulged at the portal Wrath had shoved me through. A dark hole seemed to warble in front of me and as I peer through I could make out the inside of Wrath's suite. With a flick of his wrist, the portal vanishes and I'm stuck frozen, my jaw aching from hanging open so long. "How—? What—"

Harry goes to his desk, takes his phone, and then takes my hand and pulls me out of the office as if he were possessed. Harry's attitude is making me nervous, and a thousand things go through my head, but I don't know what's so special about that gift. [End of flashback] "Girl, it's time to wake up. Please don't do this to me. I knew I shouldn't have let her ride that bike for hours!" A distant crying makes my headache worse, and I groan in pain. I raise my voice, asking them to keep quiet, as my head could explode at any moment.

She tried her best to not show fear, but instead, tried to gather as much information as she could to find out what he was planning. The scene shifted to Onyx, talking to a wizard who was stirring a large pot of potion. Her uncle suddenly looked around. Harlow stepped back, thinking that he knew she was there. But she didn’t notice it before but Onyx could only reach her in her dreams because of the help of witches. ’’Are you seeing anything?’’ He asked the wizard with gray hair. ’’Not yet, you stupid one, these things take time.’’ The wizard snapped. ’’I don’t have time, it’s either you can do the fucking spell to bring her back or not.’’

I’d cried for the first time in what felt like forever. At one point I thought I saw something within the darkness, the face of a pale wolf watching as I sobbed my heart out. I chalked it up to exhaustion, and if it wasn’t—if Draco somehow had creepy shadow magic—then I hoped his voyeuristic ass enjoyed the show, because it would never happen again. There was something about that spell that dredged up the worst of my memories and planted them at the forefront of my mind. As soon as my swollen eyes closed and I slipped into unconsciousness, I was assaulted by nightmares of the worst year of my life.

I let out a choked scream as a wave of dark purple magic rushed through my mind. Images of my life began to flash violently behind my eyes and then dissolve into smoke. I saw the abusive pack house where I grew up. Gone. I saw Leo crying in the snow. Fading. I saw King Kaelen’s icy blue eyes looking down at me with fierce devotion. Shattering into pieces. NO! I screamed inside my own head, fighting against the dark fog erasing my thoughts. I won't forget them! I won't! I focused every remaining drop of strength on the golden mating mark hidden under the collar. The mark burned white-hot against the metal, desperately fighting the purple spell.