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omfg
this fucking fandom
this entire fucking fandom i cannot
I love this fandom and everything it chooses to be
I can’t
THIS
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(Source: drarrysexual)
Out of its own accord, his eyes traveled to the scar on her left arm.Closing his eyes, he let out a stuttered breath as the guilt seemed to sink deeper into his stomach. It was no use. The image of Hermione helpless on the floor with the word “Mudblood” etched onto her arm was branded into his eyes.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, you know,” said Hermione in such a casual manner, it only seemed to drive the guilt further into Harry. He opened his eyes to look at her properly, but she was studying the scar on her arm with sad eyes. “Of course, that’s only physically speaking.”
Harry swallowed and licked his dry lips. He held his hand over the scar, his fingers mere centimeters from touching it. “Could I—?”
The corner of Hermione’s mouth twitched in an attempt to smile at Harry’s hesitancy as she nodded quietly. His fingers brushed over the wound gently and his eyes softened as he said, “You got this scar because of me.”
“Actually,” said Hermione, “I got it for you. There’s a difference, you know.” She said it in such a prim manner, it forcibly reminded Harry of a memory of a twelve-year-old Hermione lecturing him and Ron in the library. That seemed so long ago now.
Their eyes met for one seemingly endless moment. And then she broke it, taking his left hand in her own. “We’re the same now,” she said, tracing the scars on Harry’s left hand that read, I must not tell lies. “We’ve both got scars.”
ok now my eyes fill with actual tears!!! they’re the same! they’re equals!!! they’re perfect!!!!!
George can’t help himself. He’ll be doing the dishes before Angelina gets home, or working on paperwork for the shop, or having a drink with Ron, when his thoughts stray inevitably to Fred. He remembers things, things he often wishes he could forget. He remembers staying up late into the night with his twin, drawing out new inventions to make their families miserable. He remembers buying the shop with Fred and the way he felt that day, knowing that they would forever own something together. He remembers the day that they tried to make Ron take the unbreakable vow, and they ran away from the house to avoid their screaming mother. They sat by the river in the woods and Fred scooted close to him and whispered, “George…maybe we should make an unbreakable vow.”
“Why?” George had asked, a little startled by the change in mood. It was so rare that they had these moments to be completely serious.
“To promise something definite, something that will last forever,” Fred had said, a determined look on his face. I’ll never look like that, George had realized as he looked at his twin. I’ll never look quite as resolute as Fred.
“Will you do that George?” Fred had asked, his eyes wide and set on his twin. “Will you promise to always be there for me, no matter what?”
“Fred,” George had said, moving closer. They were still young then, to young to understand the horrors that they would someday come to face, so George wasn’t yet able to understand his twins concern. “Of course I’ll always be there. You don’t need an unbreakable vow to tell you that.”
But you weren’t there, George would later think to himself, no matter how hard he tries to push the thoughts away. You weren’t there to save him.
