missprongs:

But now I can’t.

missprongs:

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

imaslytherinbitch:

‘Kill me, then,’ panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. ‘Kill me like you killed him, you coward –’
DON’T –’ screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them, ‘– CALL ME COWARD!’
And he slashed at the air: Harry felt a white-hot, whip-like something hit him across the face and was slammed backwards into the ground.

“I’m hoping to do some good in the world!”

the-mister-lestrange:

“I do not go out often, especially for bars and clubs, just because it is not so fun for me as well. I like to stay home with my girlfriend. We have a good time just being with each other.”

HW