He’s my friend.
Once Marvolo and Morfin were safely in Azkaban, once Merope was alone and free for the first time in her life, she was able to give full rein to her abilities and to plot her escape from the desperate life she had led for eighteen years… it would have seemed more romantic to her, some hot day, when Riddle was riding alone, to persuade him to take a drink of water… the village of Little Hangleton enjoyed a tremendous scandal. The squire’s son ran off with the tramp’s daughter Merope… Merope, who was deeply in love with her husband, could not bear to continue enslaving him by magical means. She made the choice to stop giving him the potion. Perhaps she had convinced herself that he would by now have fallen in love with her in return. Perhaps she thought he would stay for the baby’s sake. She was wrong on both counts. He left her, never saw her again, and never troubled to discover what became of his son. When her husband abandoned her, Merope stopped using magic. She refused to raise her wand even to save her own life. Merope Riddle chose death in spite of a son who needed her.
Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question. One: he’s sitting on my chair. Two: he’s wearing my clothes. Three: his name’s Remus Lupin.
I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you do not understand me.
You didn’t just lose a mother that night in Godric’s Hollow, you know.
I lost a sister.
…the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her. And she shrank and shuddered as under the fascination of some great power, repugnant to her whole previous life. She crept away, and hid from his idea. But it was of no use.
We’re with you whatever happens.
requested by anonymous
Lily James as James Potter
Kaya Scodelario as Sirius Black
Eleanor Tomplinson as Remus Lupin
Aimee-Ffion Edwards as Peter Pettigrew