amagicsilence:

“Don’t you see little swan, the black swan is never meant to be amongst people , your but a mere illusion.. a alluring mystery and possibly dangerous at that.” The men had said

“I- I’m not a-an il-“ he started and felt the cloth around his mouth again. That was last night. He cracked his eyes open hearing the stone above the well open again. And the ladder lowered down. Maybe it was lake day already. Maybe he would get to see him.. it was always for a mere couple seconds minutes at most when he got to see the other Swan, feathers like snow. He grunted and felt the shift inside him it was a full moon night. It would shine over the lake so they could turn. But he never got the chance to talk to him as a human. He looked up at the man desperate to walk again. @combeferre-the-mothman

“It really is isn’t it?” The younger said smiling with content. “Oh make no mistake it didn’t happen over night, it was a lot of training.” he said arching an eyebrow at the swans smirking when their families weren’t looking.  “They still have a lot to learn of course, so now is a good nap time and us to go investigate.” 

“y– you do- don’t touch us.” Alaric stuttered out to the older brother his voice unable to get above a whisper as he was fully transformed back. he pushed the brother backwards and fell into ferres arms 

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enoughtroubleforalifetime:

[[ plotted starter for @silentlionsroar

Harry couldn’t handle this. He couldn’t handle any of it. His godfather was dead and Voldemort had tried to possess him and he’d spent most of the year being assaulted by two different teachers and he was being dumped back at the Dursleys’ with nothing.

He couldn’t live like this.

Mr. Weasley,

It’s maybe a little odd that I’m writing to you directly, but I’m- well. I’m asking you to come rescue me. I know Professor Dumbledore says I have to stay here for part of the summer, but it can’t be this part.

I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

I know that seems overdramatic but I mean it. I need to get out of here. If you could help at all… I’d appreciate it.

Harry

It was a messy letter, with bits scribbled out and a couple marks of blurred ink that looked suspiciously like tears marring the surface of the parchment, but there wasn’t anything for it. He already knew his friends wouldn’t help him this summer, and running away hadn’t gotten him far the last time he’d tried it.

Arthur though he wouldn’t admit it to molly had hardly gotten very much sleep as of late. How could he? With his kids getting older it was only more worry and a whole different sort with what was going on in the world. Arthur couldn’t show I though, no it showed in the sorneness of his jaw from grinding his teeth, from the anxious rubbing of his hands at work, the decrease of appetite on his breaks and the hunger he’d feel later at night but at that point.. too late to eat. Despite it all he pushed it down. He kept to his inventions, ideas., passing any on that he could to help the aurors and order of course. And to help. Harry. Yes Harry. In his mind his other child. He was the second Ron brought him home. Only growing as a member of the family as the years passed

“Harry,

I know this changes it none but I am, molly and I are truly sorry for the loss you suffered. He was a great man and I know he was immensely proud of you. If my sons could get you out of their second year, I’m sure I can manage. Have the things you want ready to go. Help is coming

Mr. Weasley

Soon as their owl flew off Arthur grabbed his wand, coat and hat and set out the door with just a vague note to state he was leaving.

recoverystuff-deactivated202108:

just a reminder that you’re doing so great !! keep going okay? ♡

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spreading-therapy:

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andallshallbewell:

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recoverr:

you’re so strong. you’re always doing your best to be there for your friends, for your family, for your loved ones. you’re trying so hard to help, to make the world a better place, to be the best version of yourself. just know it’s okay to let go. breathe in, breathe out and let go. you don’t always have to try this much, to always walk the extra mile. it’s okay not to be okay. it’s okay to ask for help. it’s okay. it’s okay. let go.

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