Not To Vent But: Fuck

Not to vent but: fuck

I AM NOT A SECOND CHOICE.

My Mum didn’t raise no fool.  Maybe a broken shell, with multiple chronic illnesses and questionable coping mechanisms.  But no fool.

remember in goblet of fire when minerva says ‘potter’s a boy, not a piece of meat!’

imagine harry telling her everything after the battle of hogwarts, telling her about how dumbledore raised him like a pig for slaughter, and how he had to die and mcgonagall gets so goddamned mad

she loses control for the first time that harry’s EVER seen and she’s actually yelling, she’s so pissed that harry was seventeen and he had to accept death and dumbledore KNEW he would have to die and NEVER TOLD HIM

and harry’s about to cry because yeah his friends would be devastated if he was gone but NO ONE got this damn pissed that dumbledore had raised him so that he could die at the right time and mcgonagall’s in the middle of a rant and he just shoots up and hugs her and she’s stunned into silence but after a moment she hugs back and it’s great

and then she goes up to her office and starts screaming at dumbledore’s portrait because ‘i don’t care if it had to happen, albus, he is a CHILD-’

fellas, is it gay to kill 10,000 trojans, fight a river, and drag the body of the crown prince of troy behind my chariot for days on end as vengeance for the death of my homie??? be honest

enough is enough. i’m going to weave a fucking tapestry