A moment of silence for the poor students who were in Harry’s year and only wanted a normal Hogwarts education.
Jealousy, insecurity, and tenderness.
It was late. Past bedtime for Chuck; past bedtime for anyone with two brain cells to rub together.
Herc tried to put his son to bed but the boy hung on like an angry octopus, arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.
“No, no…” Chuck protested like he was in the throes of a nightmare. But his eyes were open, hazy and red-rimmed. “Don’t go.”
Some far away, some search for gold
Some dragon to slay
Heaven we hope is just up the road
Show me the way, Lord
Because I-I’m about to explode.
(Source: hawtornes, via rosereturns)