Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning…
(via potterish)
“There’s twenty-four of us, Gale and only one comes out.”
“Yeah, and it’s gonna be you.”
“There’s twenty-four of us, Gale and only one comes out.” “Yeah, and it’s gonna be you.”
(via mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou)
