“I should never reveal the best of you, Severus.” (Part I)
‘You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.’
Anonyme vous a demandé: james potter
Huddled under the cloak, it smells of boy and armpit and incipient adulthood, which also smells of boy and armpit, and Sirius’s socks and Peter’s dinner and the weird goo James puts in his hair. Remus doesn’t mind if their song is sung to the rafters or if only they know it in the end. They shuffle out into the warm night together, and Remus thinks if they could just keep it all as some secret amongst four good friends they’ll be just fine until they’re impossibly old and the seven years they spent at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry has shrunk into a short sweet memory, distant as a good dream. [x]
Happy Mother’s Day to moms in all forms: new moms, old moms, young moms, gone-but-not-forgotten moms, adopted moms, cat moms, dog moms, even fictional moms. You loved us first and were our first storytellers and we thank you.