Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Who, she wanted to ask. Who, she wanted to cry. Whose ghost is haunting you right now? As if his parents’ death wasn’t enough tragedy, as if the nineteen year old boy trembling in her arms hadn’t experienced enough pain to last a lifetime.
Tell me who you’re crying for and I’ll cry with you.
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It’s 1999 and Hermione is having a hard time adapting to all the new changes the war brought with her—trying to create some positive change in the Wizarding World while figuring out where she stands with Harry.
Harry, who gets increasingly worse as the days pass, slipping away into a dark corner of his mind she can’t reach anymore.
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After a month and a half of struggling with this chapter of my ttpd fic, I finally finished it. Yay to me!
It’s a Post War story, mainly Harmione but with a bit Romionarry ✨sprinkled✨ all over it. Hope you like it! Inspired in So Long, London.
Stop this is so perfect
i have this headcanon (that’s literally my roman empire rn) that harry ron and hermione have a way of instantly calming each other down if one of them is panicking
harry’s the center cus he’s.. got the most issues let’s be honest
but they have a secret hand gesture that they make to the other two when panicking, putting their hand on their chest and rubbing in circles (please in sign)
ron will slide behind harry and wrap his arms around his waist, and hermione will come to his front and bury her head in his neck, and everything else won’t matter anymore
it’s something about ron holding him and hermiones hair being in his face, her scent enveloping his senses and he just feels.. safe. like nothing else matters
his two people are here and everything is going to be okay