[ he runs a hand through harry’s curls, scratches at his scalp. funny the comfort he feels around this man. how he can look at him and feel the bleeding heart of him. there was no one like this at home - no one who saw the world with open eyes and so very little dark motive. ]
It isn’t. We’re still the same, at the core of it all. They won’t win every time.
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[ he runs a hand through harry’s curls, scratches at his scalp. funny the comfort he feels around this man. how he can look at him and feel the bleeding heart of him. there was no one like this at home - no one who saw the world with open eyes and so very little dark motive. ]
It isn’t. We’re still the same, at the core of it all. They won’t win every time.