It's been so long. So long since those opening words were penned in that coffeeshop. So long since we drew scars on our foreheads. So long since we waited for Hogwarts letters. So long since we declared ourselves Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and zucca juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving giorno to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. te will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is detto that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our preferito spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. da this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's Amore for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed da his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. te will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
Potterhead isn't just a title, it's a way of life. It's twirling sticks and casting spells. It's drinking butterbeer and zucca juice. It's riding brooms and playing Quidditch. It's living the stories we love.
It's hope and love. Eternal glory and surviving giorno to day. It's the truth of the world. And, perhaps most of all, it's memories.
Potterheads come in different forms, yet there is one thing comon among us all. te will always see us with our memories. We might carry pencils as if they were wands. We might sing "Hedwig's Theme." But we have one word in common.
"Always."
It is detto that words have a power of their own. This has been proven true many times, most notably in the Latin phrases that make up our preferito spells. This one word, for all of us around the world, means love, loyalty, and our promise. da this word, we promised to never forget, even when Death comes for us.
So many truths in this world are revealed in the world we love. Such as the power of a mother's Amore for her son. In Lily's love, Harry found a protection that Voldemort could never counteract. He found the one weapon he could use against Voldemort.
In return, we loved him. We stayed da his side. And we waited. We waited for what was surely coming. The end.
Now the end is upon us. In our hearts, Harry left a small bit of himself. It's not very large, but as long as we remember, it will always remain. That bit of Harry is what makes a Potterhead. And in keeping with the promise we made thirteen years ago, we will always keep the Boy Who Lived alive.
Farewell, Harry Potter. te will always live on in us, the Potterheads.
When te think te think your in love. Its just a trick. When te feel like your falling te are. Your fallin down and down intill te fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why te fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
Amore can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when te fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When te fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes te feel. If te think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what te think. Thankyou!
Amore can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when te fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When te fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes te feel. If te think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what te think. Thankyou!
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. o a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. te were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's o undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But te bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. te wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.