HP Meme | Two Scenes [1/2] ↳ Harry and Hermione at Godric’s Hollow
Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air and a wreath of Christmas roses bloomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parents’ grave.
As soon as he stood up, he wanted to leave: he did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back towards the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.
“You’re alive.” His fingers slid softly down the right side of my face, his touch feather light as he began to sob. “You’re alive,” he repeated. “Oh god, you’re alive.” - Like A Drum: Chapter Four “Cruel Mercy”
Nico grew up in Nazi Italy in the time of the Holocaust, where gays were persecuted as much as Jews. Admitting that he was gay, was, without a doubt for me, the bravest thing anyone in the entire two series’ have ever done.
When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable - except that she had jumped first. The Stiff had jumped first. Even I didn’t jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.