Это просто Вьюи блог

"Я была отчаянным фанатом Гарри Поттера. Карандаши, для меня, были волшебными палочками. И вообще, я собиралась в Хогвартс"

Jennifer Lawrence

Just Perfect Place

How can she still be gorgeous, flawless and beautiful, even while making faces.

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
" O Children"

Что бы не случилось, сколько времени бы ни прошло я буду всегда любить и помнить всех героев, все события до мельчайших деталей, ведь это была и будет моя жизнь!

ϟ ALWAYS AND FOREVER ϟ

Severus Snape
9 January, 1960 – 2 May, 1998
The Bravest Man I Ever Knew!

"– Severus Snape wasn't yours, – said Harry, – Snape was Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's from the moment you starting hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand."

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"
Chapter 36: The Flaw in the Plan

"– Look…at…me…, – he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more."

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"
Chapter 32: The Elder Wand

"A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

– Avada Kedavra!
– Expelliarmus!

The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. 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."

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"
Chapter 36: The Flaw in the Plan