Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling
I wanna cry now, because Draco Malfoy was actually a polite boy making small talk with a stranger he didn’t even know if he was a pureblood or not. But then his family ways and teachings kicked in and all because of his upraising he became the way he was. It honestly breaks my heart that he lost all those years.
Happy 35th Birthday, Draco. May you be a better man:)
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.
“A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: ‘To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!’” (insp)