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There is a box of photos of the DA.

They begin at it’s first meeting in the Hog’s Head, with Harry looking regal as he explains its purpose, Hermione watching Harry as if to see if he’ll say her words, or his own, and  Ron glaring daggers at anyone who looks about to say something rude in the face of the stoic child soldier talking. 

There are photos of meetings, with Neville falling backwards onto pillows, Luna delighted over her first patronus, Harry looking at his students’ progress and looking older than a fifteen year old has any right to. 

There are photos of the six DA students in the hospital wing after their night in the Department of Mysteries, beat up and bloody, Ron and Neville hosting new scars, Hermione journaling frantically and trying to figure out what it all means, Ginny’s hand on Harry’s back as he mourns Sirius. 

There are photos of Neville’s recommencement speech, rousing students from all four houses and telling them the importance of defending themselves, photos of Luna sitting with a group of second years and explaining why they aren’t learning this in class anymore, photos of Ginny demonstrating a Shield Charm so perfect it sparkles in the stale air of the Room of Requirement. 

There are photos documenting student injuries, tiny cursive underneath explaining the circumstance of every Crutiatus Curse. 

There are photos of fourth year Hufflepuffs perfecting the Sectrumsempra curse on a Room of Requirement dummy, looking angry but proud. 

There are photos of the Battle itself, of Death Eaters falling and students sobbing against walls, of teachers rallying their students like troops and siblings choosing sides. 

The photos stop with one of Antonin Dolhov, with green light shooting towards the boy holding the camera. 

Neville keeps all of Colin’s photos in his office. On the days where he wonders why he’s teaching at all, he pulls them out to watch the student’s side of the Second Wizarding War. 

And he remembers. 

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!!)

I like that i can put myself in uncomfortable positions even when i don’t want to.

I like that i can be confident in clothes that i like despite caring what people think of me.

I like my taste in music and movies.

I like (love) my ability to make friends in any situation.

I like my artwork even tho i never show anyone.

happy new years!!!

Please

Concept: a movie theater that only shows Harry Potter films. The movies will be in 4D. The temperature will drop when dementors are present. Fans will blow on you during quidditch scenes. Enticing smells will be pumped in during feast scenes but don’t worry about feeling hungry because the theater will serve Bertie Botts, treacle tart, drumsticks, butterbeer, chocolate frogs and those tiny little pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Instead of loyalty cups, you get discounts if you wear a Weasley sweater.

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It’ll mean a lot to my friend, who’s having a tough time with bullies lately.

I miss him

He has someone else now.

He is no longer staring at me in class.

I miss him.

I miss the way he would look at me when someone said something dumb.

I miss the way he would tell me goodnight at nearly midnight because we were sharing our favorite music.

I miss playing 20 questions and talking about random things.

I miss how I would call him dork and he would call me nerd.

I miss the way he would screenshot my snaps because he thought I was beautiful.

He is happy now.

He has someone else.

She makes him happier than I ever would have.

I wish things had worked out different.

Until I can move on, I will just remember our first date (my first ever date) and holding hand on the bus.  I will remember laying my head on his shoulders while we slept on our way to the museum.  I will remember the way he looked when I was excited about something.  I will remember the way he cared for me.  And the way he would ruin his sleep schedule to make sure I was okay.  And the way he would still come to me when he was feeling down even after we parted ways.  I will remember him, and feel happy that he is happy.  That he is content with his current relationship.

I miss him, but I am grateful that he is happy and healthy and still the man I remember him to be.

I loved him, but that is in the past.  He was my first love.  And for a while, my last.  But I a happy that my path crossed with his and that I was able to have the experiences that I did.  

I miss him, and I’m sure he missed me. But now he has her, and he is happy.

so y'all are sleeping on Julie Molina and for what???? a little punk white boy who only wears half a shirt???