Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”
he was twenty one and he tried to hold off voldemort for his wife and child she was twenty one and she gave her life so her baby would live they were twenty one and they were children who had their years ahead of them and they died to protect their child im aching and he was twenty one and walking in and seeing his best friend dead on the floor seeing the girl who was like a sister to him crumpled in a heap he was twenty one and it was his fault oh god and he was running and he was twenty one and at the funeral on his own because he’d lost the four people who’d loved him and he was twenty one and thinking his best friend had betrayed their others and he was twenty one and a child and he was at the funeral alone im aching
and then he was thirty four and still a baby and getting his life back because now they knew the ones he loved knew that he hadnt done it and he was filled with joy but then he was thirty six and fifty years to young and falling back laughing and ‘good one james’ because really his best friend has never left him and he’s thirty six and gone forever and he’s thirty six and thinking he’s been to too many funerals except this time there’s a boy who’s nearly a man who has lost too many fathers who isn’t making a noise and a woman who’s hand is somehow in his and he never imagined this but it’s not wrong and all he thinks is survive because he’s thirty six and he has to do it for this boy and this woman
he’s thirty eight and he was scared before but he’s not now because this child is his and he’s going to fight he’s thirty eight and gone just like his best friends and he’s thirty eight and holding the hand of his wife lying on the floor just like his best friend found his other best friend seventeen years ago and he’s thirty eight and still too young
he’s seventeen and his world has been crumpled and torn and ruined and built together so many times he’s lost count and he’s seventeen and looking at this baby and thinking i know you and thinking history repeats he’s seventeen and everyone is gone and they’ve won but everyone is gone and all he can think is twenty one and twenty one and thirty six and thirty eight and seventeen and he wants to scream and never speak again but there’s this child and the two people who have been there forever and the girl who’s beginning to mean the world for him and he thinks survive because what else would they want him to do?