altum in septentrionali

*vía FB Colección Mariano Moret

The grand procession

Self Portrait as Heavenly Body by Julie Heffernan, 2003

Olive Cotton

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!

At times it feels like your heart is pulling you in seven different directions. Know though that emotion does not have to rule your life. Take control of your emotions. See your desires as new possibilities. Ask yourself which are most important. Have the courage to follow them to their end. Do not live in fear of loss.

“Potter, you cannot win against me! I was and am the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, can never hope to compete.”