#greetsdeath

[mooncursd]

@greetsdeath said ; “i’m worried about you.”

they are words he never wanted to hear from harry. they are words remus can hear an echo of JAMES in, those same words, brow furrowed in the quiet of the common room. remus’ face moves into the ghost of a smile and he shakes his head. “no need, harry,” it’s a promise ; one remus will keep, must keep. he knows he looks wan these days, worn and TIRED. “i’m getting along alright.” he is not, but that is not harry’s burden to bear. god knows the boy has ENOUGH on his plate. the tales of remus’ extended missions are not harry’s to bear. “how are YOU doing?” the worry is turned back around on him without a second thought.

[firewhiskcy]

𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 : “  ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ.  ” @greetsdeath​​

𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙻𝚂  ;  there’s  no  depth  left  to  them.  like  the  soul  inside  her  body  had  vacated.  everything  is  numb,  as  if  she  were  just  a  suit  of  skin  and  bone.  was  it  supposed  to  feel  like  this  -  GRIEF?  for  so  long  she  had  lived  without  knowing  :  now  she’s  here,  and  ginny  feels  as  if  she’s  drowning  in  this  emotion.  

the  plummeting  feeling  in  her  stomach  doesn’t  stop,  it  feels  as  if  she’s  eternally  falling,  no  landing  in  sight.  harry’s  words  almost  drown  out  in  the  noise  (  yet,  there’s  only  silence  surrounding  her  ).  grief  has  caused  her  ears  to  buzz  as  if  in  the  crowds  of  diagon  alley.  swallowing  thickly  at  her  throat,  ginny  forces  coco  hues  to  focus  on  harry  -  forcing  herself  to  hear  the  words  being  spoken. 

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅,  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐈  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃.   𝐃𝐎  𝐈  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐌𝐘  𝐎𝐖𝐍?

a  sigh  escapes  her,  teeth  biting  at  bottom  lip  while  brain  rushes  to  find  a  response.  it  was  almost  like  she  was  the  ginny  of  old  (  too  flustered  and  in  awe  of  the-boy-who-lived  to  formulate  words  )  except  now,  it  was  a  girl  who  has  lost  her  brother,  and  doesn’t  know  how  to  impose  her  grief  on  a  boy  -  no,  man,  who  has  lost  so  much  more  ;  sacrificed  so  much.  here  they  sat  in  the  after  math,  when  all  around  them  was  mourning  on  everyone’s  faces.  yet  he’s  offering  her  comfort... 

❝  i  -  ❞  she  croaks  out,  voice  hoarse  from  the  restraint  of  tears.  her  heart  aches,  knowing  the  words  about  to  come  out  (  knowing  that  she  must  now  accept  that  fred  has  actually  died  ).  ❝   i  feel  so  helpless.  ❞  ginny  admits  -  displaying  a  side  of  her  few  get  to  see:  vulnerability.  it  goes  to  show  how  comfortable  she  is  with  harry,  that  she  even  confides  this  in  him.  

❝  every  time  i  wanna  break  down,  i  wanna  have  a  fit  of  rage or -  or,  just  something...  i  look  at  georgie,  i  look  at  mum  and  dad,  ron,  any  of  them,  and  i  know  i  have  to  be  strong  -  i  can’t  be  the  one  falling  apart,  my  family  needs  me.  ❞  ginny  sighs,  running  freckled  hands  through  a  thick  gingery  mane.  

❝  but  i  can’t  keep  doing  it,  harry.  i’m  ripping  at  every  seam.  ❞

[theblckheir-a]

@greetsdeath   asked   :     ❝you don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are.❞

              he’s the best of both parents.  that’s the only thing that comes to mind,  he’s lily and james,  the best part of both his best friends.  for he sees lily’s kindness in those simple words,  the way she could always know when someone was hurting,  green eyes colored with empathy    ;;    it’s the same bloody ones that used to make him tell his secrets.  but there’s james’ bluntness there,  the inability to keep a thought that’s been bothering him for too long,  the incredible need to help those he loves.  teeth dig into tongue,  trying to hold back the pain he feels,  how much he misses his best friend by his side,  how much he hates for him to miss this,  to miss the incredible son he has.

             ringed fingers mess with harry’s hair,  head gently shaking as fondness shows in his eyes,      ❝  what if i’m not strong at all ? what if the illusion gives me strength, huh ?  ❞      voice is the softest he’s heard it,  mischief in the way lips bend,  for harry is not james    &&    there are things he doesn’t know,  there are so much he still needs to learn.  &&    he only has sirius to help him along,  for he doesn’t trust anyone else,  they all have other people they care about more,  they all have agendas where harry is just a pawn    ;;    harry is all sirius has left.      ❝  you shouldn’t worry about me, kid. i’m the steadiest thing.  ❞      maybe it’s more to reassure himself than anything else but he’s certain of one thing  :  he’ll never let his godson down.

[nombreux]

​‘ bravery is not something that comes naturally to most. ’ the weasley to be says, french accent quite thick. still, every day she practiced english with william, and it never got any easier for her. she was unable to hide the fact that she was  perpetually french. though, she didn’t mind it at all. she didn’t want to change who she was and william loved her just as she was. as she did him. little knots form inside her stomach as she thinks about her hsuband to be, and then directs her attention back to harry, getting slightly sidetracked. ‘ but eet seems to be something that comes quite naturally to everyone i have met ‘ere. ’ she says, shaking her head. ‘ it’s truly admirable, ’ she says, pronouncing it the way she would in french. ‘ but you ‘arry--------your courage and bravery is ten fold the average wizard or witch your age. ’ compliments him, tries to. ‘ i know you ‘aven’t much choice to be brave, but you see-----------you could not have been. ’ she’s trying to tell him how much she admires his bravery, whether or not that is easily conveyed is another thing. nevertheless. the compliment was there. 

*      ╰       ⋮      harry potter sc (fleur delacour)━━ @greetsdeath​

[chosenwrong]

@greetsdeath​ liked for a starter

‘ Don’t fret, POTTER. I’m sure you’ll live down your fumble on the quidditch field by the time you GRADUATE. That is it PANSY ever stops talking about how HUMILIATING it must have been for you. Does it ever get TIRING ?? Showcasing your FAILURES to the entire school ?? I’m genuinely curious . . . ’

[hufflepffs-a]

@greetsdeath​​:  “You can’t go out there, it’s pouring down rain!”  ↳    RAINY DAY.

           She pauses mid-step,  hood of her robes already up and over the top of her head.   Gaze moves to look behind her,  finding the source of the concerned voice.   Soon, the witch finds herself looking out,  watching rain beat against the solid window.   The gray skies told they were not letting up anytime soon,  leaving an oddly melancholy,  yet soothing day ahead.

          She can’t help a small smile,  and a chuckle follows not far behind as she spins on her heels.          “  Exactly.   Maybe I’ll see an Augurey.  ”      Truth be told,  she left out a few herbs to dry,  and as she spoke,  they were getting wet.   Defeating the purpose,  she wanted to get to them as quickly as she could.

          Turning on her heels with slight haste,  she begins her way down the hall.    “  I’ll be alright !  ”

[rulefollowed]

& continued from : @greetsdeath​‘s post here!

in truth, he could barely process what just happened. it ended faster than he anticipated it — suddenly he was reuniting with his family, and when he blinked, havoc was wreaked upon the school, bodies scattered all over the place like limp rag dolls cast aside by their once loving owners. the whole thing felt like a dream, a sick, confusing dream, especially because fred was one of the corpses. he didn’t know what to think. for the first time in a long time, his mind was wiped clean of any thought. he was in shock. 

percy didn’t quite remember how he ended up standing alongside harry, the both of them quiet as they took everything in. in fact, he probably wouldn’t have realized if it weren’t the horrid scream that was tailored just for him. a tear-stricken mother was bellowing, saying the things that he undoubtedly had thought to himself once the regret of siding with the ministry settled in. his face remained clear of any emotion, he was far too tired to even react to the harsh words she was casting at him. there was no use in doing anything, not when he knew that everything she was saying was TRUE. he stood there, allowing her to scream and to cry and to blame him for everything that’s happened. sure, he wasn’t the one who actually performed the horrible curses that killed far too many, but HE WAS COMPLICIT. he was complicit for far too long, and the damage had already been done, regardless of how sorry he was. 

when she finally turned away, the lump in his throat made him painfully aware of everything around him again. before, he was far too dazed to notice his surroundings, but now, a switch had flipped. feeling had rushed to his body again, and his hands were buzzing, probably because of how tightly he balled them into fists in loose pockets. a hand was on his shoulder, and he turned, his vision blurry, both because of the stinging tears and the lack of his glasses. “ but it is, harry, “ he finally croaked, voice hoarse because of how much he was screaming earlier. “ i should have done SOMETHING SOONER. “

[psychewrote]

“Safer to be feared than loved.” — for luna !

        her attention turns to him, bright blue eyes trying   to study his composure. it’s not something luna ever thought she’d hear from harry; no matter what life threw at him, whatever being the chosen one cost him, he always seemed to be hopeful and optimistic in the end. the things harry had to shoulder only appeared to be getting harder, though, and luna supposed she couldn’t blame him for the change of view. being hopeful and optimistic was exhausting  ---  she knew that as well, even if she never let it show.   ❝  but it would be an awfully lonely life, wouldn’t it ?  ❞   she tilts her head to the side, tone both inquisitive and pondering with the characteristic lilt she had when speaking.   ❝  if you’re loved, you have friends. you don’t have that when someone is afraid of you  ---  only people that tolerate you, but i think there’s still something lonely about that.  ❞

the umbrella academy.     accepting !