Doing my damnedest.
Tag: anon
I hope you’re okay.
Thanks, babe. I’m all right, but I’m exhausted and bruised from the needles.
Maybe, and I’m saying this from personal experience here, don’t hang out with the drug dealer (if they are one). That never ever ends well.
there’s an idea
I wish you would write a fic where Harry Potter is happy and healed from the atrocities and manipulations of his past
Well, shit, my friend. I will do that thing.
as I have been done
Notes:
Prompt:
I wish you would write a fic where Harry Potter is happy and healed from the atrocities and manipulations of his past
Me: Well, shit, my friend. I will do that thing. Here you go.
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All was well.
Well, not all was well, because life is life, of course, but things were good. Harry taught Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he took his tea with just a bit of milk while sitting with the rest of the staff at the Head Table, and Dudley’s daughter Tala even looked at him with pride from the Hufflepuff table from time to time.
He had looked death in the face, and he was better for it.
He avoided death, after that. He needed nothing of it, because he understood. He wasn’t scared, not anymore.
Instead, he loved.
He loved with everything inside him, loved fiercely and wholly.
Harry didn’t just live. He loved, and he loved entirely.
He loved his mother and father, and he loved Ginny and their children, and he loved Ron, Hermione, and their children, too.
He loved his enemies.
He loved himself.
All was well.
Apple licking, Black Friday, cozy blankets
Apple picking: If you could go anywhere, where would it be and why?: I wanna hang out with my grandma and my siblings and my cousins, probably watching a stupid movie and eating junk food. If you mean location, I want to go back to Scotland and New Orleans.
Black Friday: What is one thing, if anything, you would sell your soul to own?: Aww fuck. The safety, happiness, and well-being of my loved ones is all I can think of. The damn cathechism says very few things are worth more than my eternal soul.
Cozy blankets: Where do you feel the safest and most at home?: Literally in my bed reading a book at like 4 am when everyone else is asleep and I’m tired but not tired enough to GO TO SLEEP. That’s been my entire existence.
We all are stardust 