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Chapter 26

-Harry-

Memories.

Memories that were no longer part of my brain, but were still part of me. Somewhere deep inside, they were still there. In my heart. Little by little, they started to come back.

Most of my scars and bruises have healed. Just not the ones on the inside.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I've been going through my phone for hours. Looking through pictures. Of Grace. This was pointless. It was only going to make me want her back even more. But I knew that I just couldn't let myself back into her life. It would be better for the both of us this way.

I locked my phone and tossed it on my bed. I just sat there. Wondering what to do with my life. Then Niall walked into my room, "Do you want some lunch?"

"No thanks," I replied without looking up.

He nodded and started to walk out, but turned on his heel suddenly, "Hey, you got something in the mail today."

He walked out of my room and returned moments later with an envelope in hand. He handed it to me and I tore open the seal. My eyes scanned the paper thoroughly. It was an invitation to Zayn and Perrie's wedding in 2 weeks. I took note of the date. December 31.

It would be a horrible idea if I went. I'm cursed. December 31 is the most powerful night of the year. That's when I suddenly remembered.

I'm not cursed anymore. Grace is.

Shit.

I internally groaned. I had completely forgotten about that until now. This whole mess is because of the curse. How did I not realize this sooner. I fucked up so bad. This is just another reason why I don't deserve Grace.

I tossed the invitation through the air hoping it would land in the trashcan, but it landed on my desk. I walked over to my desk to retrieve the piece of paper, when my attention was caught on something sticking out of one of the drawers. I opened the drawer to see what it was and my eyes widened at the sight. A worn leather journal.

A sudden burst of recognition swept over me. I got this journal right before I turned 10 and I used to write down everything in here. I hesitantly opened the journal. The first page was dated December 20, 2003.

Today Mum bought me this journal. She said I could write some stuff down in it, if I wanted. Gem said it was weird to keep a diary, but I didn't listen to her. I'm gonna write lots of good stuff.

There was a picture of Gemma, my mom, and I attached to the bottom. It was taken outside of our house, the day we bought it. We all had the biggest smiles on our faces. Just looking at it put a smile on my face. I flipped through a few more pages until I got to the one dated December 30, 2003.

I'm so excited!!!! My 10th birthday is tomorrow so I'm gonna be double digits. Mum said we could go out for a family dinner cuz we usually never get to go out since Daddy left.

I felt a pang of sadness, because I knew what was coming on the next page. I took a deep breath and slowly turned the page, to December 31, 2003.

I'm officially 10 years old, well not officially because I wasn't born until a minute before midnight, but it's close enough. I got a shiny, red bike for my birthday and I rode up and down my street all day. I'm gonna write about how fun dinner was after I get back.

There was a blank line and then some more words that I coudln't bare to read. I took a sharp intake of air and then the flashback started.

-December 31, 2003-