Hardi Still Haven't Learned to Hate You in the Seventh Year

CP: Harder When I woke up from amnesia, I moved into Harry Potter's house. He is very nice to me. He cooked for me, covered me with quilt, and held my wrist in the middle of the night. But I slowly discovered: the day my father died, his name was written on the approval report. "Are you willing to die without help?" He looked at me, his eyes red: "Yes. Because I chose justice and not you." I hate him. But my body still remembers loving him. Later, all the memories came back, and I remembered how he rejected me back then. Remembering his father's death in Azkaban, he wrote on the document "I should have helped him, but I didn't." I remembered that he was kind to me in the safe house out of guilt. I should hate him. But that's not all I remember. And the way he looked at me when he was 16. And in the reconciliation group, he secretly fixed the scarf buckle for me. There is also the sentence "I fell in love with you from hatred, and have loved you for so many years." Now he kneels before me. "The real me will hurt you and put you at the back again. Do you still want it?" I looked at him. I remembered what I wrote in my diary: I hate him. But I hate myself even more because I still love him. Double ending HE: rebuilding from the ruins BE: I will miss you for the rest of my life and hate you for the rest of my life.