There was no point in worrying yet… what would come, would come… and he would have to meet it when it did. - gof
cut the branch from this tree
carve a place for you and me
a wooden seat that we can string
from a branch where we can swing (x)
happy october from the potters
he’d be a grumpy gus
you have to believe we are magic
nothing can stand in our way
just some of my (very) brief sketches from work today
annabeth, percy, and harry
happy birthday, harry
97: Safety First
He’d looked away for two seconds – two seconds – and when he turned back Harry was just gone.
His son had been right there with him on the rug in the living room and James had stood and stretched and tossed his wand on the sofa. And now there was just a toppled pile of blocks and no sign of Harry Potter. Panic was inevitable.
A shaky scenario of Harry wandering into the fireplace and sneezing on some stray floo powder before disappearing in a whirl of green flames flashed through James’s mind in an instant. He even turned to peer at the cold, empty grate before rolling his eyes at himself.
He would have noticed the flames.
personification - fawkes