@EmWatson: “Who here actually thinks I would do 50 Shades of Grey as a movie. Like really. For real. In real life.”
“I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night,” said Ron. “What d’ya think that’s gonna mean?”
”Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry.
When you’re done, just give it a tap and say…”Mischief Managed.”
Otherwise anyone can read it. [x]
"Molly you can’t stop Fred and George" said Mr Weasley wearily.
ok but can u imagine if draco had died
"Is Draco alive, is he in the castle?"
Harry thought back to the bodies strewn across the Great Hall, of Remus and Tonks sleeping lifelessly under the enchanted ceiling, of Fred Weasley’s last smile permanently plastered across his motionless face. And in the corner, surrounded and noticed by seemingly no one, the bright blonde hair that accompanied a crumpled body on the cold floor. Harry had stared down at his rival’s empty shell and a wave of regret had washed over him; he wished he could have been there to stop the possible curse that had killed the boy. Draco Malfoy may have been a bully and a git, but he had refused to I.D. him, Harry, at the manor, helping keep Harry alive. He couldn’t have been all bad…
"No," he whispered regretfully to Narcissa, his mouth barely moving. "I’m sorry."
The Malfoy matriarch’s eyes shut tightly and Harry felt a hot tear fall onto his cheek. He couldn’t make out what she was doing through the barely open slits in his eyes, he was still trying to seem dead, but he could feel the older woman rise to her feet.
"Dead," he heard her say.
And then he felt her walk away from him, away from Voldemort. Harry wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was certain he’d never see or hear Narcissa Malfoy again.
“Believe it or not, someone’s asked me!”
I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.