“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…
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Just realised that the British currency does this. Mind. Blown.
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deeeeeeeeeeejackfrostaaaaaaaaaan:
perfectly normal, fuck yo ass straight-up much
omg
im done
Always reblog because reasons
THE NOTES
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why is this whole website suddenly obsessed w/ cotton eyed joe
Yeah like where did it come from where did it go
did you just
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Probably one of the worst moments of all time.
Look how he reaches for her. His best friend. He just wants her to show some recognition. That she is still in there somewhere. He just wants his best friend back.
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