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harry doesn't remember anything from that night, only the deafening silence that followed the thud of his parents on the floor.
〝⠀it's 𝐲𝐨𝐮,⠀〞 he can feel the tears well up in their eyes. 〝⠀it's really 𝒚𝒐𝒖.⠀〞 he can't believe it.
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her last thoughts, she recalled, were that she would never see James or Harry again. yet here she stood, cradling the face of her not-so-much baby in her outstretched hands.
“Harry, my beautiful boy…” Lily breathed, her voice still trembling slightly. “I’m so proud of you.”
Ginny Weasley
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Youngest of six.
Gryffindor proud.
Harry and Dean kisser. 🤫
writer is of age.
will write hogwarts years and post.
single ship possible/ chemistry.
#hprp
RT.
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his mom ... this all feels surreal, was this 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 happening?
〝⠀mom —- ...⠀〞 they welcomed her embrace, leaning into her touch. he feels at home, and this is the first time he's ever seen her up close.
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A gentle nod, her throat stinging as green eyes scanned over his features. Her sweet baby was still in there, she could see him.
“It’s me. It’s really me.” She managed once words returned to her lips, reaching out a trembling hand to stroke his curls back from his eyes.
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( ... ) names.
a momentary pause at the mention of the marauder's map, a smile tugging at their lips.
〝⠀i've seen the map up close. moony, padfoot, wormtail, prongs ... 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 prongs, right?⠀〞
he still wonders how the bloody hell they managed to pull it off.
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nodding, he understands. harry doesn't know the feeling, since he's lost before he had gotten the chance to fully develop memories with his parents.
but loss isn't a new feeling for him. 〝⠀i would've loved to meet them.⠀〞 hell, he doesn't even know their ( ... )
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— seventeen, but.. twenty-one? He couldn’t explain the feeling as an unsteady breath escaped his lips. “They sound familiar, huh? Got friends like them?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “We even had a map. It was what we deemed the marauder’s map.”