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Reblogged from sageofthewater
I’M GOING TO FUCKING CRY HOLY SHIT
MRS. WEASLEY TURNS TOO
And Molly looks back at him don’t touch me it hurts
Edit: Okay, I think I have an idea of why she looks back at him.
Imagine Molly being in the Battle of Hogwarts. Imagine her watching people die left and right and struggling to keep the family she loves so much alive and well. Seeing her son slip through her fingers is one of the worst things that can happen to a mother, and Molly Weasley loves her children more than anything else.
Imagine then, seeing Harry dead and believing that she has lost him too. Seeing him come back to life must feel to her as if waking up at least a little bit from this horrible nightmare.
So thinking, it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch for her to imagine, just for a fraction of a second, that this might all have been just a bad dream. Maybe her son is alive after all. Maybe everything will be okay.
A fraction of a second, however, is just how long it takes her to whisper Fred’s name under her breath and turn around to look at him, only to see George doing the same thing.
But there’s no one there, and suddenly she’s back in the nightmare again.
I saw a fire truck standing outside my school and my honest to God first thought was “What did those idiots do now?”
I don’t even know who I was referring to!
Reblogged from dean-can-impala-me-any-day
I’m not bothered by my “low” amount of followers so much as by the fact that they’re not an even number
My new nail polish is an exercise in patience because it takes like six or seven layers before it turns from purple to the deep blue that the bottle is