You know what makes me want to cry? Draco Malfoy in sixth year. Remember you had to sit by yourself at school for a minute, or listen to your parents argue while you sat upstairs hugging you knees? Now imagine your weren’t sat for a minute, but a whole year, and you knew it wasn’t going to change. Imagine your parents arguing, not over who did the dishes our why they’re late home, but over a sociopathic murderer who you’re sharing your house with. Imagine having to kill your teacher. I can’t even try to imagine that but what I can imagine is how lonely he was and and I’m crying again.
“It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his front in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a torch in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow.”
I remember thinking about the Harry Potter moving photos and thinking ‘What if they changed to what their current state looked like?’
Doesn’t make much sense, but hear me out.
Photos that show how the person, object or place would look if you went and took a photo of them right now.
Still not following? Me neither, lets try again.
Imagine taking a photo of a flower on holiday and going back home. The flowers been picked but you still see the flower in the field - where you took the photo - however its wilting quickly, and you can see that every day when you look into the photo frame.
Still not get it?
Okay, imagine when the marauders are young they take a group photo, all of them laughing and joking - Sirius with his arm around Remus, James with his hair as messy as ever and Peter grinning like the happiest man alive.
On October 31st Sirius looks at the photograph, like he does everyday - expecting to see him, moony, padfoot and prongs all looking slightly older but still laughing; only to see there is an empty spot where James should of been.
Imagine when Sirius goes to Azkaban Remus finds the photograph.
James is no longer there, Sirius is on the floor with his head in his hands and Peter is hidden.
Remus is stood alone.
When Harry moves into Grimmauld place after the war he finds a framed photograph. Theres nobody in it and he wonders why Sirius ever framed it.
There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.
I was just thinking about how foreign names are declined in Slovene
(as one does) and how in the Slovene translation of Harry Potter, “You-Know-Who” is Saj Veš Kdo where the last word is a pronoun (as in the original), which means it declines according to the irregular pronominal declension (so not Saj Veš Kdo-ja,
Saj Veš Kdo-ju, … but Saj Veš Koga, Saj Veš Komu, …), which is completely normal and expected, but then I though about how English also has pronominal declension and how then a form like You-Know-Whom must exist and now I just can’t stop laughingn