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when the first book came out, every night my brothers and i would gather on our parents bed to hear my dad read to us.
then, as i grew older, i began to read them myself and fall more in love with hogwarts.
this might sound cliche, but whenever i was angry or sad i would simply pull out a book from my self and read, engrossing myself in the magic world. then, no matter what had happened that day, i would fall asleep with a smile on my face knowing that while asleep, i could live out my dreams.
even though im older now, about the same age that harry would be, i realize that all good things have to come to and end, and although i can’t stand it, i have to accept it.
But that spark of magic that has been ingrained into me will always be there, in my heart, and i will always come back to harry, and that is a promise.
it was honestly the most innocent, if that’s the right word, thing that has ever happened to me. i was carrying him in my arms and went to go swing and he just slowly fell asleep in my arms. i can’t really describe it, but it was just so adorable.
ahhhhh i love babies, especially my cousin!