dixonwarriors:
Minimalist Poster
➳ The Marauders
“There were four heroes as it were in the previous generation and one of them betrayed the others, and then there were the three. So I wanted Harry to be surrounded by… James and Sirius and Lupin, all of whom had died in a way for him. You know Lupin had laid down his life in Harry’s battle, he didn’t have to come back, he didn’t have to fight. James had died trying to protect the family; Sirius very obviously had died fighting along with Harry.”
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley… . He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter ― the boy who lived!”
get to know me meme [2/5] favorite actresses → emma watson
“All I can do is follow my instincts, because I’ll never please everyone.”
If you were to live in the Murder House, would you want to be alive or dead?
well, it doesn’t matter, because if I was alive I was probably going to die in there and if I was already dead it means that I actually did die in there, so
galadrielles:
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could feel the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.
chandrilas-deactivated20180714:
And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .”
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..
parciloquy:
Diagon Alley, Jun 5, 2014
easystones:
31-33/100 Stonefield photos
