“You killed my parents,” said Harry, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady. Black stared up at him out of those sunken eyes. “I don’t deny it,” he said very quietly.
remember when harry’s hands use to shake during his WMYB solo and look at him now frolicking up and down the stage with his long hippy hair life is great
Please read this poem I wrote in first grade
i’m so happy harry styles exists