Julia. Made of bitterness comprised from the HIMYM finale. Living vicariously through otps. Lovin' Rodolphus Lestrange and Emma Swan with my whole heart. ✌
Harry reminded himself that Lily had intervened; his mother had been decent, yet the memory of the look on her face as she had shouted at James disturbed him quite as much as anything else. She had clearly loathed James and Harry simply couldn’t understand how they could have ended up married. Once or twice he even wondered whether James had forced her into it… For nearly five years the thought of his father had been a source of comfort, of inspiration. Whenever someone had told him he was like James he had glowed with pride inside. And now… now he felt cold and miserable at the thought of him.