artheartist

Narcissa lied for draco.

Molly killed for ginny.

I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.

So if this does end up being the last letter,I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high schooland you helped me.

Even if you didn’t know what I was talking aboutor know someone who’s gone through it.

You made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen.

And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.

And know these will all be stories somedayand our pictures will become old photographs and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad.

But right now these moments are not stories.

This is happening.

I am here and I am looking at her and she is so beautiful.

I can see it.

This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story,you are alive.

And you stand up and see the lights on buildingsand everything that makes you wonder, when you were listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world.

Harry: I'm a WhAt?