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Stone and snow, that was all that was left of Winterfell. Just like she and Jon.


Philosopher’s stone + chapters (insp.)


Definitely?


lustire:

im not ignoring your snapchats, im just too ugly to reply at the moment



❁ ”And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”

 And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me.”


All women are princesses. It is our right.
A Little Princess (1995, dir. Alfonso Cuaron)


I’m sure you are aware why I wished for you to come here…


hvngers:

"i shouldn’t eat this" I say as I shove it into my mouth


happy 34th birthday to harry james potter. even though he is a fictional character, he affected my life and million of others. i can’t imagine my  life without harry. thank you jk rowling, and happy birthday to you (july 31). born as the s e v e n t h month dies.


what they want is for me to truly take on the role they designed for me. the symbol of the revolution.

the m o c k i n g j a y


condesces:

what do we say to the god of death?

not today *sets difficulty to casual*



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!”

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!”