Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
In The Flesh
It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it’s okay to be afraid of it.
Anonymous said: PLS just draw simon and kieren. kieren making fun of simon’s sweaters? kieren takes simon to the cave? simon stares at kieren too adoringly? dRAW THEm pleaseAnonymous said: ANYTHING IN THE FLESH PLEASEeyjayyarts said: pls draw kieren and simon kissing im so gay and gross sorry
i had more than a few requests for these two so here’s some dumb undead babies smoochin’ in snowy christmas sweaters because it’s only september but apparently i’m already excited for the holiday season
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.