ry

Penelope: (sleeping peacefully in bed after some of the best sex of her life) (wakes up to some strange mumbling beside her)

Penelope: (looks over at her husband, who is dead to the world, but also-)

Odysseus: (cuddled up to her) mnnngnhmhhh mmhhhgmppmm… ‘mm the monster rawrrr rawr rawrr

Penelope: …

Penelope: No, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 cuter

Odysseus: No, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 cuter

he should change his name at this point

Woe

In the movies, they’re portrayed like they’re middle-aged parents, with this vague air of maturity that makes their deaths sad, yes, but not shocking. But think about it for a second: 21. Barely out of their teens. I’m about to turn 20, and I feel like I’ve barely started living. I’m still figuring out who I am, what I want, and how to navigate life. James and Lily didn’t even get the chance to do that.

They were 21, fresh out of Hogwarts, in the middle of a war. They fell in love, got married, had a baby, and were killed by one of the darkest wizards in history before they could even settle into life. They didn’t get careers. They didn’t get to watch Harry grow up. They didn’t get the mundane little joys that make life whole. They didn’t even get to breathe.

Their deaths should feel like a punch to the gut. They were practically kids themselves, marked for death because they stood against evil. And in the end, they gave up the few years they did have to protect their baby boy. That’s how young they were—just old enough to become parents but far too young to leave this world.

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