Imma cry
James didn't die. He lived with Harry and when it was time for him to go with Dumbledore, James fucking joined them. He didn't want to let his son be alone with that man. But when they were at the cave and the first inferi showed up, James couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Harry didn't understand why his father stopped fighting and why he just stared at the inferi with horror in his eyes. But when Harry raised his wand, ready to curse, James grabbed his wrist.
"Please, don't."
James leaned closer, recognised the ring on the inferi's finger and looked at it through blurry eyes before he let out a quiet sob.
"Reg..."
I love this more than myself
Regulus goes to an art museum and pauses when he sees a painting that looks almost exactly like him. A figure of pale skin and gray eyes, dressed in the clothes of the 1400s, and a bundle of flowers in hand. Looking at someone who is only seen by the dark skin and messy curls that peek within the canvas borders, back turned to the viewer.
"Encore" Again, it is titled.
He jumps when a man approaches him from behind. Dark skin and messy curls.
"Hello," he smiles.
Regulus feels as if he knows the man. Like a click of recognition. He felt as if he knew the most intimate details of this person.
"Hello," he replies. A knowing feeling in his soul.
His eyes drift from the painting to the man.
"We meet again," James says, his smile as bright as the day they met in the flower fields in the 1450s.
Nothin’ more humbling the rereading the first fanfic you wrote
RIP James Potter you would’ve started barking when you saw the Timothee Chalamet Rolling Stone pictures
My new Roman Empire is Steve being lowkey thick as fuck simply because of cultural changes
Harry who looks like James with his dark skin and wild hair and carefree aura, and has not just lily's eyes but her smile, and her laugh, and her wicked sense of humor, and who carries himself with the same pride that Regulus does, shoulders straight, head up and chin down, mouth pulled into a thin line and firm eyecontact when speaking with authority, and who inherited Mary's take-no-shit, headstrong determination but also her soft, caring, and protective personality
This is amazing I love
“Those poor boys”
“She deserves to be punished too.”
“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”
“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”
“She put herself in harm’s way”
“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”
“She ruined their lives.”
someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human
Beautiful