Inside Edmund’s Wardrobe

You will twine your magic, bonded And upon her, get an heir— Each night, turning restless (Will it always feel unfair?)

Seasons pass, a dozen turns— Time, the eternal wheel Each step you take, a dance long planned— Your dreams long brought to heel

But then across the platform Your eyes will catch like thorn On a messy head; on bottle green— You will breathe as if reborn

If you were a braver man You would reach out to him then But it will take far longer still Before you call him friend

Seasons pass, a dozen more, Your sons both fully grown A postcard from your wife arrives: Darling, I've always known

And so there'll be nothing for it Except for you to go And knock upon a townhouse door To see if something more can grow

And suddenly, there he'll be, Harry, is all you'll say Then he'll pull you in one-handed And ask you, wordlessly, to stay.

Harry's a lil distracted during his official wizarding portrait

Harry : Good. We only hex each other twice a week.

Draco : One of us tried to hex. The other calmly defended himself with poise and grace.

Harry : You shrieked and threw a pillow.

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Harry : It was a distraction.

Draco : We were alone.

Ron : You kissed him.

Harry : I was trying to shut him up.

Hermione:

Ron:

Ron : You kissed him.

Harry : I was trying to shut him up.

Harry : He’ll say no, laugh in my face, and then hex me into next week.

Draco : ( walks by )

Draco : ( winks )

Draco: What are you in the mood for?

Harry: World domination.

Draco: That's a bit ambitious.

Harry: You are my world.

Draco: Aww...

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: