do me a favor.
don’t imagine harry wincing when his back connects with the back of a chair and couch, forcing him to move towards the edge because the lashes on his back are still fresh from summer.
don't imagine harry refusing to hug people because he doesn't want them to feel his ribs poking them.
don't imagine harry forcing himself to not flinch when someone, so much as lifts a finger, but ultimately failing because all he can think of is being beaten unconscious.
don't imagine draco, blaise, and pansy noticing all of this, but ron nor hermione even noticed something was wrong to begin with.
don't imagine fred and george always walking with harry wherever he goes and subtly forming a barrier between him and the stares of hogwarts.
don't imagine fred and george finding out harry doesn’t even eat a quarter of the small portions of food harry puts on his own plate.
don't imagine snape having had his eye on harry since first year, always knowing something's wrong, but never taking any action.
don't imagine ron always yelling at harry because he's too famous to be friends with him anymore.
don't imagine hermione slowly start to drift away from harry because she no longer wants to be associated with him.
don't imagine harry going to dumbledore to tell him he doesn't want to go back to the dursley's because they treat him cruelly, only to have dumbledore tell him he’s overexaggerating and sends him back for the summer anyways.
don't imagine summer comes and goes, and when hogwarts starts up again, harry doesn't return.
don’t imagine snape suddenly becoming concerned why and heading out to find harry.
don’t imagine snape appearing on 4 privet drive, little whinging and knocking down the door because no one would answer, only to enter a completely silent house.
don’t imagine snape going upstairs and sees blood pooling out from under a bedroom door.
don’t imagine snape opening the 54 locks and latches on the door to the scene of a shirtless harry potter, hundreds upon hundreds of lashes, bleeding profusely, scattered all over his back.
don’t imagine snape rushing to harry and immediately apparating them to madame pomfrey.
don’t imagine the look of horror on madame promfrey’s face when she sees harry.
don’t imagine that after hours of madame pomfrey and people from st mungos working on harry to save him, she comes out to tell snape.
don’t imagine snape breaking down in tears because harry potter is dead.
don’t imagine snape storming into dumbledore’s office and screaming at him are you happy now?! the boy is dead. just like your prophecy foretold. only, it was his relatives were the ones that killed him. the same exact ones he’s told you before about how they treated him.
don’t imagine fred and george hearing the news and bursting out of class and heading to the hospital wing.
don’t imagine them each gripping one of harry’s hands and sobbing because their little brother is gone.
don’t do it.