211 notes + 9 hours ago + matthewsmiths
“To die would be an awfully big adventure.”
this is the memory you’ve left me with, sherlock holmes.
you saved me, and i hate you for that in the first place.
In the distance, the stray umbrella spins into view, harpoons a player. Harry’s eyes shift. The snitch shimmers like a firefly in the dark underbelly of a cloud. Harry begins to go… when the veil of mist shrouding the high tower shifts and — for one brief moment, a great dog is revealed. As this mist closes, Harry frowns, jets away.
