#shall we queue?

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Dear potential parents of the future!

You have only a finite about of time to prove to the children you have that you love them before there is too much evidence to prove that you don't, one a child thinks this it is near impossible to change.

Never miss an opportunity to show them your human, but that you still love them.

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How come in the wizarding world you never hear about wizards having heart problems or cancer or STI's? Surely they must have some crazy ass diseases.

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Can you imagine, it's been 15 years. Harry is in his office filling out some paper work. On his desk, a photo of his parents and albus. Lilly moves closer to the image. "Harry dear?" Her voice uncertain. He looks up from the mundane papers he's trying to fill out, to give her his full attention. "I was wondering, have you been to see your aunt? It's been so long. Don't you think it's time?" Her eyes are pleading and her head tilts. His mind is cast back and a resigned sigh escapes him. It was time, he'd just been putting it off, really. He'd received the owl a month ago. Dudley's scribbles writing had been difficult to read. Harry had been surprised that his cousin had even known how to send an owl. "Father has passed away, mother is asking for you." No sooner resolved. He was on his feet, traveling to the fire place and in the lounge of Aunt Petunias. It was so cold and all the lights were off, Harry suddenly felt his wand in his palm. Something wasn't right. "Harry? Is that you? Finally!" Came a small voice from the corner. A click and suddenly the room came into view. Petunia had turned on a lamp, an ashtray sat full of butts of so many cigarets past. For someone of her hight she looked so small. "Harry!" Grabbing and clinging to his hand. "Harry, he was so sorry. For everything! How we treated you! How I..." Petunias eyes welled up with tears as panic spread over her thin face. "He made me promise! He made me promise to tell you how terrible he felt about how he spoke about your parents! He was so sorry." She had begun shaking. "I treated my sister so terribly. She was so beautiful. So talented. And I treated her son like dirt." Putting his wand away, Harry placed his hand lighter on top of Petunias. Thinking how best to put his words. "I forgave you both long ago, Aunt Petunia. And so did she. She loved you very much." Deciding that all was done, he unclamps his hand and turned to go, this time for home. Dudley stood out in the hallway, a sad smile on his face as he viewed the scene. He'd gotten taller since Harry last saw him. "That's the first time she's spoken since...it happened." Harry could only nod tightly and turn back to the fireplace. He felt lighter somehow, taking a deep easy breath, he thought of ginny and went home.

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Do you ever just get people implying your a monster, sometimes even directly, often enough that you start to believe it?

Wouldn't it scare them if you accepted?

Wouldn't they feel horrified?

Wouldn't they just die?