You are my crush since childhood... I have learnt various spells while you were trying yourself hard through Hogwarts... I still remember the 9 3/4 platform and I have searched for it whenever I go to a station... I have tried various tricks of yours... You have all made us believe in fantasies and magic... If malfoy ever troubles you again please ignore him... Please give my regards to Hermione and Ron... I love the way you talk, your wand, your cloak, your scar and everything... I greet you a very happy birthday... thank you j.k.rowling to help us travel through this world... Please give us another chance soon to have the pleasure to travel through this world once more...
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I desiderate for things which I've lost
Wishing that one day I can again
hold them close, have a moment
to live with them and ask them to
stay "Always"-
"It is not our abilities that define what we truly are....
It is our choices......."
~Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore-
forget our purpose.
Remember!
Life doesn't help the one who dwells into it but one who grows through it.-
Arranged marriages are scary.
What if he tells HP series is boring. 😱
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Harry Potter series is a proper journey of feeling magic within you. It has its own moments and wonders which makes you believe you are not someone ordinary.
Harry Potter alone did not make it great.
Noseless Voldy cannot take full credit.
Avada kedavra was not the last torture.
Harry Potter movies are not enough to
understand what it is for potterhead.
Albus's death was not the only death
to cry for.
Being a Potterhead means you have lived the 7years journey together and evolved as wizard/witch. You understand that greater good is actually evil. Harry Potter series is not just a passing memory, but a wonder which awakens a new life.
PS: Remember, you are a potterhead even without the Hogwarts letter.-
Happiness can be find in darkest phase of time
Only when you know
How to switch on the light-
Is it easy to pretend
that you don't have parents?
Is it easy to wave a
goodbye to own existence?
Is it easy to get ready
for a journey which has
death in all its steps?
Is it easy to see your own
appearance disappearing
like smoke vanish in air?
It was not, never will be.
But yet I chose to fail.
Fail to be with my family.
Fail to celebrate the special
moments of my closed ones.
Fail to hear those sobs which
would've not been, if it'd be me.
Why then, you might ask. Because
For someone's smile, you've to cry.
For someone's food, you've to be fodder.
For someone's life, you've to die.
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