Our Love Will Catch Like Fire

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I have all these ideas of what I want to do in my head. I have more free time now than I have in over a year and a half, and I have way too many ideas of what to do with it. Some realistic, most not. And I keep telling myself “I’ll do it tomorrow,” but the truth is, my kids tire me out and I just get so lazy. I want to do something amazing this summer.

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Harry was the favorite kid and he wasn’t even an official part of the family

Because Molly knows exactly how the Dursleys treat him. There’s no way Ron wouldn’t tell her. And Molly Weasley is a Mother. She gets a capital M because she is goddamn phenomenal at what she does. When she hears Harry Potter is on the train to Hogwarts in Book 1, her reaction isn’t to be starstruck. It’s to say “that poor dear had to come here all on his own.” Molly Weasley loves harder than anyone. She loves like it’s her sole reason for being. And when she hears there’s a poor boy who has never known love his whole life… how could she not?

In Year One Molly Weasley knit Harry a Weasley family sweater and made him homemade chocolate so he would have something to open on Christmas DON’T TOUCH ME

could I also just add that kids from abusive households tend to assume that yelling is directed at them and/or it heralds something bad for them so she’s making extra sure that he knows that this is not his fault and she’s not actually mad at him.

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That moment in your childhood when you realize that Diagon Alley is just the word diagonally….


And the Mirror of Erised is just the word desire backwards.

Didn’t even realize. Does that mean Knockturn Alley is nocturnally (dark/night)?

Yes, and Grimmauld Place is a play on grim old place. 


And Dumbledore is just a dumb old door

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Anonymous asked: One time i went to olive garden with my mom and she told me she was alcoholic and then the next time we went she told me that she was divorcing my dad

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Sometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why. Not because you don’t know your purpose. Not because you don’t trust them. But because you can’t find the right words to make them understand.

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