HARRY TUGGING ON HIS MUM’S HAIR TO GET HER ATTENTION BECAUSE HE LIKES IT WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HIM
HARRY MAKING A PICTURE OF HER THAT LOOKS MORE LIKE A CAT IN A WIG THAN HER FACE BUT LILY PUTTING IT UP ON THE WALL ANYWAY
HARRY UNASHAMEDLY HUGGING LILY TIGHTLY ON HIS FIRST DAY OF PRIMARY SCHOOL BECAUSE HE MAY BE A BIG BOY BUT EVEN BIG BOYS CAN MISS THEIR MUMS
HARRY BRINGING LILY FLOWERS FROM THEIR GARDEN THAT ARE REALLY WEEDS EVERY DAY AND EVEN WHEN HE FIGURES IT OUT HE STILL KEEPS DOING IT UNTIL THE DAY HE MOVES OUT
LITTLE HARRY POTTER ASKING HIS MUMMY TO LEAN DOWN TO HIS HEIGHT AND WHEN SHE DOES HE KISSES HER ON THE NOSE AND GOES GIGGLING OFF TO HIS DADDY
I used to think about James and Lily going absolutely mad shut up in Godric’s Hollow, but as I’m writing this long fic, it’s occurred to me that these two would never sit idly and let themselves rot for two years.
They kept busy.
After the shock of being pregnant and of their lives as they…
no one knows where it ends, how it may come tumbling down
but I’m here with you now, I’m with you now (x)
a soulmate is a person that won’t complain about any of my music when i put my ipod on shuffle
i complain about my own music when its on shuffle what are you talking about
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…
#bless this post
AN: Hey, anon! I, um… I don’t know about this. I still have to edit it tons, and I didn’t think it would get this long, but it got away from me. Also, you didn’t mention a resolution for them, so… here you are.
(Does it make a difference? Being muggleborn?)
She’s read the article four times in a row now, but her eyes stay glued to the paper. Her fingers don’t shake. Funny. Her left hand doesn’t grip the mug tight either. And she ought to, she thinks, she ought to, doesn’t she; after all, she’s got to find some way to channel the… this. Whatever it is. What even is this? It feels… hollow. Her body’s gone numb. Is this limbo? Oh god, she’s losing it. Something’s starting to whir in her brain, something she’s worked long and hard to turn off. She can feel it slowly reverbrate back to life. She’s scared. She knows why it’s there, she knows what it’s saying, and she’s scared she may finally give in to it. But her fear seems to have just knuckled down on her heart rate. No shaking this time. No lashing out. No biting her lower lip in apprehension. Her heart, just her heart, has gone absolutely, beyond control erratic. She’s going to break here, now; Merlin, she’s brittle, and it’s cold, and something… something is falling inside of her, or trying to gnaw its way out—but why then is everything else so still—?
“Evans?” Sirius calls from across the table.
She raises her head up a second too late to pass for nonchalance. “Yeah?”
Can you imagine Harry going to kindergarten and James having to go to the parent-teacher meeting on his own because Lily had to work?
James walks in and he’s surrounded by middle-aged men, some with receding hairlines, some completely bald, some with pot bellies and others…