I promised to do a timelapse of Harry, I also added some quotes from each part, so it makes a bit more sense, because the drawing are pretty old and I didn’t really want to share them.But the work’s done and I thought I’d share this anyways.
I laugh at how the Harry Potter movies always had to one-up the books like
Book 1: Harry keeps Quirrell from the Stone, passes out and Quirrell dies Warner Bros: aye let’s have Harry fucking murder Quirrell and then Voldemort can fly straight through him lmao Book 2: Harry fights the Basilisk Warner Bros: CLIMB. THE. STATUE! Book 3: Harry blows up Aunt Marge Warner Bros:*sends her outside like a lost balloon* lol bye bye Book 4: Harry cleverly tricks the dragon and gets to the golden egg Warner Bros: DRAGON CHASE! FLY POTTER! FLY FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE! Oh, and kill the dragon.. Book 5: Fred and George summon their brooms and fly out of the school Warner Bros: FIREWORKSSS!!!!!! Book 6: Quiet Christmas at the Burrow discussing Draco, the Prince and Fenrir Warner Bros: LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, I’M ON FIYAHHH!!! Book 7: Voldemort duels Harry in the Great Hall, instantly defeated because the Elder Wand is Harry’s Warner Bros: Hold my Butterbeer
She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. ‘Mum?’ he whispered. 'Dad?’ They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.