#sunflower bae

that sure was a lot to translate into one look

krys i'm on public transportation i can't start crying-

1. What do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

Biromantic Asexual Nonbinary Transguy + he/them

7. What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

I’m just generally tired of explaining that I can get horny and enjoy the idea of sex even if I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.

15. Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not?

Yeah! I’ve been to Malmö Pride a few times, and last year was my first time at Kristianstad Pride. The music performances, seeing rainbows and pride flags everywhere, the atmosphere… It’s just really fun, even if the number of people can be overwhelming.

22. Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim?

do i prefer people i can go in depth with about fandoms i like? yeswould i refer to these people as nerds? probably

There was fire raining down around them. The air was thick with smoke, their clothes were singed, their face was smeared with soot and streaked with sweat, but they felt no fear at this moment. There were joy and adrenaline rushing through their veins, as the world was burning around them.

They were surrounded by burning ruins and there were blisters on their skin, yet they had never felt more at peace.

“I love you!” they screamed, to no one. Their arms went around them in a parody of a hug as they spun in circles. This was ecstasy. This was the feeling they had sought for their whole life.

It was more than worth the cost.

They continued to hug themself and spin until the motion and lack of oxygen made them fell to the ground, disoriented but fulfilled. They closed their eyes and laid back on the ember-covered ground, still content with the false hug.

A hand brushed through their hair. They didn’t open their eyes, even though they knew that they should be alone. It could be Death, coming to claim them.

As the adrenaline started to die down and as the joy dimmed, they reluctantly opened their eyes. As they had thought, it was Death that was sitting beside them. They would always know, as they were Death’s master.

Hah! Master of Death. It was ridiculous that a cloak, a stick, and a stone made them master of an entity as big as Death. Yet here they were.

“Your time is running out,” Death broke the silence, the words calming the hysteria they had been thriving on. “The balance can only be kept for so long.”

A vibration went through their body, as triggered by Death’s word. In one moment, there was them, and in the other, there was two.

Two boys who shouldn’t make sense together, but they were both opposites and reflections. They were made for each other, both to love each other and ruin each other.

Fuelled by a new rush of adrenaline, Harry gripped Tom’s collar and brought their lips together. It wasn’t a kiss per se, but it wasn’t not a kiss either. It was everything and nothing, it was a goodbye and a hello.

It was two boys trying to once more become one, even if they knew Death wouldn’t allow it.

They could become one every millennium, at the cost of a century of being apart. At the cost of a century without their other half, without their soulmate.

But they had agreed. It was more than worth the cost, to become one once every millennium.

They broke the kiss with matching smiles. Harry stood up from the ground, knowing that Death wanted to leave.

He took one last look at Tom before allowing Death to take them away.

The Fifth life

It’s the first one where Harry isn’t raised by his relatives. Minerva decides to go against Dumbledore’s wishes and raises him herself.

Harry is somewhat bored with studying at Hogwarts by now, but he also doubts that Minerva would understand his desire to study somewhere else, so this is also the first life where Harry pretends to be a squib.

While a half-blood, Minerva never attended a Muggle school and does therefore not consider enrolling Harry in one. As a supposed squib, Harry is not allowed to be sorted, so he instead has a room close to Minerva’s quarters. He can’t fully avoid attending lessons, since neither potions, herbology, history of magic, astronomy, care of magical creatures, divination, the study of ancient runes, or arithmancy, actually makes use of a wand. But he’s allowed to chose subjects himself since his future work opportunities are rather limited.

So in his Fifth life, Harry studies six out of the eight “available” subjects: herbology, history of magic, astronomy, divination, the study of ancient runes, and arithmancy. He’s able to study each subject more extensively than if he had to attend magic-using lessons as well. And living in the castle for most of the year, he has the opportunity to get private lessons from his teachers.

Harry’s closest friends during his Fifth life is strangely Theodore Nott and Hermione Granger (who this time was sorted into Ravenclaw).

After graduation, Harry opens a quaint little shop in Diagon Alley. He’s a herbalist, who also does astrology and number divination (using arithmancy). As a herbalist, he mainly sells tea blends. Most of his customers are muggle relatives or muggleborns, but he does well enough to keep his store thriving until retirement.

Harry has tea with Minerva every Saturday. He keeps in touch with both Theodore and Hermione, though mainly through letters as they’re busy.

Most magic-borns consider him a bit odd. Harry doesn’t mind.

I will!