this makes me suffer

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“mothman is bullshit”

fuck him up, bobert

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Because I’ve basically been told to upload this. I needed to prepare tho. :’D My Sh//eith shipper soul is crying somewhere in the corner. But what you don’t do for special people.

Last names

Okay so yeah, of course I love the idea of Draco changing his last name to Potter once he and Harry get married. Of course I love the idea of them hyphenating, and all the drama that ensues when they argue about which name should go first. But you know what I really like? What doesn’t get nearly enough thought IMHO?


The mere concept of Harry Malfoy.


Harry Malfoy, nauseated by the fame that came in a package deal with the name “Potter,” fame he never asked for, changing his to that of the person he cares about most.


Harry Malfoy, searching his husband’s eyes for approval before signing the legal documents to have his last name changed and finding just that and so much more. Finding hope and adoration and love. Real love. The warding-off-killing-curses kind of love. Harry holding onto that moment as tightly as possible.


Harry Malfoy, practicing his new signature for hours on end with every spare piece of parchment he can find, and finding an innocent sort of joy in the way his “M” melted perfectly into his “a.”


Harry Malfoy, a reinvented version of himself, finding the strength to move on from his past and sleep through the night without being afraid something might come for him.


Harry Malfoy, being able to breathe in his own skin again because he’s finally been granted the fresh start he’s always wanted.


Harry Malfoy, a name that has never plastered newspapers, has never been on the wanted list, has never been hunted by Voldemort, has never been spat out of the mouth of his aunt and uncle, has never been.


Harry Malfoy, the first page of a journal that is yet to be filled with love poems and stories and happy memories.


Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.


Harry Malfoy. Man.

“Let it be to kill the demon.”

He fell quietly from her arms.

He was a king.