They are all a generation far too young to remember a time before, when the mudbloods they detest used to walk among them in Diagon Alley, wide eyed as they held the hands of their muggle parents.
But unlike his pureblood peers, Ron Weasley doesn’t grow up hating muggleborns.
- Part 2 of lily
Lord Voldemort, on seeing the woman - girl, really - standing in front of the boy’s crib, trembling and wandless, feels a particular stroke of benevolence.
And so falls the body of Lily Evans, like a ragdoll, like a marionette who’s strings have been cut. Except, there is life in her green eyes.
- Part 1 of lily
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
12 Jun 2022
She finds an old, leather bound photo album in a box of comics.
The Evans Family Album, reads a neat handwriting on the cover.
Lizzie Dursley has always been way too curious for her own good. She can't help it; besides, it's her parents fault. Telling her not to go triffling around the house and stay still for just five minutes, please, all but ensured that she would do the exact opposite.
Mum had been lonely after Dad died, yes, but she had gotten by fine. She was fine. Until one day, she wasn't.
The first time Dudley feels something is truly off is when Mum calls him in the middle of the night. “The cupboard, there’s something in the cupboard, Dudley!”
- Part 2 of Perfectly Normal
It was the green eyes. Those disconcerting (familiar) green eyes. Had they been any other colour, Petunia might not have been unsettled, and the first seeds of unease wouldn't have crept in. Petunia ignores the twinge of relief when the baby starts fussing, promptly handing her back to her mother.
Grandchildren were supposed to be a gift. But for Petunia Dursley, nothing turned out to be further from it.
- Part 1 of Perfectly Normal
Up at the teacher’s table, professor Quirrell was talking to a teacher with dirty red hair hanging around her sickly pale face like a curtain. Looking past Quirrell, two poison-green eyes, devoid of any warmth or empathy, found Harry’s own brown ones, and he felt a sharp pain on his scar.
“Who’s that teacher talking to professor Quirrell?”
“Oh, you know professor Quirrell already do you? No wonder he’s looking so nervous, that’s professor Evans, the potions mistress. Don’t get on her bad side, the old hag hates students.“
Harry looked again, but the teacher was no longer looking at him. Still, Harry could not escape the nagging feeling, which he had gotten just from a glimpse of her eyes and the cruel twist of her lips, that professor Evans did not like him very much.
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10 Jun 2022