The last one really fucked me over
Come on tho oliver wood was a babe from the moment he stepped onscreen
Yep, Oliver Wood always was the hottest of Hogwarts.
I’d be allover his wood. If you know what I mean.
Harry disappears from the wizarding world for a little while after the fall of Voldemort and only like Ron Hermione and Ginny know where he’s gone
but he’s traveling. he considered backpacking Europe, but then he realized he’d had enough of camping for at least twenty years, so he teaches himself to drive and pulls enough strings to get himself an American drivers’ license and and then he’s off on a roadtrip in a beat-up car that’s still fast as anything. he doesn’t use magic if he can help it because it feels tainted, feels like it belongs to the war, feels like it marks him out again as someone with power and responsibility and the weight of a world on his shoulders. and for now he wants to find out what it is not to be a world-saving wizard, but just to be Harry.
and he meets a lot of strangers (he figures it’s safe enough picking up hitchhikers when they’re more than likely muggles and he’s got his wand if anything bad happens) and he learns what it’s like to be just another face, another car on the road and he learns all sorts of stuff on the radio, tries every genre out there. and it’s nice to listen to stuff that isn’t specifically designed to remind him of the wizarding world, but he finds so much of it surprisingly relatable and sometimes he just breaks down sobbing at the wheel and has to pull over.
and one of the hitchhikers he picks up is a veteran, and Harry doesn’t tell him much but he does say that he’s been a soldier, too, and it’s hard adjusting to a life that you never thought would exist because things were so hard that you could not imagine yourself after. hard to think about settling down and marrying the girl you thought you’d die loving. hard to think that not everyone around you is an enemy. were you a prisoner of war? the veteran asks. or undercover? both, says Harry. and lost, not knowing whether I was on the run or on a mission that was taking a year. I got back alive in the end but something—something’s definitely dead, you know?
how old are you, says the veteran. I’m eighteen, says Harry. the veteran raises his eyebrows. but they both know that some armies, some wars, don’t care about your age.
I think the dead thing is me, Harry says one day, when he’s going seventy in a fifty-five mile zone and the sun is setting in their eyes. when I killed the enemy, I killed myself.
and the veteran looks at him for a very long moment and Harry slows down and looks back at him and at last the man says, no. no, you lived. and you’re going to keep living, son, and one day you’ll be ready to marry that girl, if you love her, and now that you’ve got out of the war, it’s time to get the war out of you.
(they almost have a wreck when Harry pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, sits in the grass and laughs through his tears. flowers start to spring up around him and he feels the magic in his core, but this time it’s peaceful and pure and fun. unspoiled. and he knows it won’t always feel this way but for now things are leaking out of him, joyful things, because he is the boy who lived again, the boy who lived after the war.)
harry having time to process and to heal and to learn who he is because he’s never been just harry before he’s always been ‘that unwanted freak’ or ‘the boy who lived’ always been either reviled or revered with no middle ground harry has always lived his life according to the boxes others require him to inhabit go upstairs and make no noise and pretend not to exist harry smile for the cameras harry don’t tell your teachers truths they don’t want to hear harry save the world harry but in all of this what does harry want to do?does harry even know? can he? and so this is exactly what he needs he needs that distance to learn what he wants to do and perhaps he does want to be a hero perhaps he does want to repay a debt he feels he owes hogwarts and magic but perhaps he wants to craft broomsticks or repair cars or live in a hut in the woods away from everyone with only crups for company perhaps he wants to save people in less flashy ways perhaps he just wants to be the one to be saved but he needs the time to learn that the time to reflect and to craft his own identity and to come to terms with his life thank you for giving it to him thank you so much —- kingedmundsroyalmurder
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