Do You Remember When We Were Eleven?

do you remember when we were eleven?

Barty is the kind of lad to wear crop tops even in the coldest and harshest midst of winter. "Fuck off, I don't catch colds", he'd say. "I'm built different." Only to turn around with chattering teeth the moment no one is looking and practically beg Evan to pass over his hoodie.

Have you ever considered that Mary had been Harry's godmother? That even at eighteen she had seen that this war was a death sentence and wanted nothing to do with it. That perhaps the first call Lily made when she found out she was pregnant was to the one person she knew could protect her son and raise him in peace? And of course Mary would have agreed, Lily was her best friend. They all hoped that it would never be needed. But then came the day it was, everything had fallen apart and with tears in her eyes she went to Dumbledore and asked where the fuck her kid was, because that what Harry was now her fucking kid. He told her no, that Harry had needed to go to Petunia who Mary had only heard terrible things about. Of course she would have protested but had no defense when told that was the only way to ensure his safety and the chance at a normal life. Have you ever considered that reason Mary obliviated herself was out of guilt? That after everything all her remaining friends were dead or as good as and she couldn't protect their son?

Can't believe I'm obsessed with a bitch named bartemius

ugh i love them

Sirius&Barty, Bad Bitch Club