Run, you clever boy

Damn it, Harry. | HP poster series #1

Vincent Van Gogh paintings in the Doctor, the T.A.R.D.I.S. and Amy

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

I’m going to be the first.

                                       I am become Death,                                     the destroyer of worlds

                       may the odds be ever in your favour

-Forever.

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!”

I loved you. [insp.]

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, ‘til our Life shall be Done.

autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it, after all these days. 

How forlorn to watch you go…

url inspired graphics → bcbbysinger

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

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