Dave Franco

Charlie Weasley’s thesis defense. This illustration is based on a meme.

The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it worked but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here. [touches his heart] And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.

Year 1: how can someone be this much infuriating, stupid, annoying and yet so full of life?

Year 2: I can talk to hundreds of people in one day. But none of them can compare to the smile he can give me in one minute.

Year 3:  I am attracted to his rawness, unguarded way of living. There's life in that.

Year 4: He is everything I have ever wanted. And that scares the living daylight out of me.

Year 5: becoming his friend was a choice. But falling in love with him I had no control over.

Year 6: it hurts to know he will never look at me the way I look at him.

Book 7(when Ron left): I am trying to hate him. But the only thing I hate is how much I love him.

After the war: my love for him is a journey starting at forever and ending at never.

When Ron proposes: I said yes. I want to grow old with him.

Her wedding vows: from this day forward he will never walk alone. My heart will be his shelter and my arms will be his home.

When Rose and Hugo are born: the littlest feet make the biggest foot prints in our hearts.

Do you think he knows? I mean, they’re bits of his soul. The Horcruxes. Bits of him. When Dumbledore destroyed the ring and you destroyed Tom Riddle’s diary all those years ago… He must’ve felt something, right? What I’m saying is, if we do this thing right, if we find the Horcruxes and begin to destroy them one by one… Won’t he know he’s being hunted?

“He’s not your son,” said Sirius quietly.