Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse and neglect. Character Death (or character is dead).
Harry Potter loves writing. He is especially fond of stories of adventure, of a child being loved and saved by strangers or even unknown creatures so that they could take them to faraway lands full of things that can only exist in his dreams.
He writes of children fighting their monsters, with these strangers and/or creatures on their side, supporting them in their every choice and whim. He beautifully describe the emotions of every single beings in the story, detailing how this action makes the others feel and how it makes the protagonist feel. He hums as he uses similes and metaphors that may sound weird to others that would read it.
But to people like him who's childhood is... rather sad (that is one way to describe it), it makes all the sense. Which is why when Severus Snape found his compilation of stories, the man instantly knew how wrong he was of him.
He is not arrogant, nor was he an attention-seeker. Harry Potter is a child that desperately wants to be saved from his cupboard under the stairs, away from the monsters that should supposedly care for him.
And if the man marched towards the Gryffindor Head of House, demanding to know if the woman knew, then he could only be happy.
"I-I... Severus, I have told Dumbledore that they were the worst sort! But the man insisted that they were the boy's only chance to live!" He could say that he have lived in a way. He lived through his writings, he lived through his imagination, of adventures that he could take, and of imaginary people that would save him. They never came though, and the only ones closest on being those people are dead as well.
Just like him.
"We should have done something. We should have not let this happen." He smiled, happy that at least he got some confirmation that these people, maybe the only adults that he have trusted, would have done something to get him out of that house. He watched as Professor McGonagall broke down in tears, being cradled by the man that he has had mixed feelings with.
Snape is no saint, but he is no devil either.
"Come on pup, time to go." He turns around smiling at Sirius and Remus. Yes, paradise is waiting for them; his parents are waiting for them. He is set out for a new adventure with the people who saved him, but the best thing? They are no strangers.
And if his books were published to the public, and that the Hogwarts' policies of new students having to undergo a general check up every start and end of the year was named after him, then he certainly is satisfied.
No one else would suffer the same fate as him and many others before him; bleeding away slowly until the wounds kill them (or either permanently affect them). All because he found a way to be free, even if it's just in writings.
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Something I realized (which was obvious to me subconsciously) is that... The family that vehemently didn't accept me when I first came out but now do accept me are still the same family that I am most unwilling to be open about things I feel protective over.
I remember that my dad reacted so poorly, not to my coming out, but to my transition specifically that my therapist was the one to ask if I wanted to put it on my file that I wanted nothing to ever be shared with him about my health after I broke down multiple times due to my anxiety that I would never transition. While there are and were protections for me, I was incredibly fearful at the time because I was a minor, and I was so worried that he would have prevented my transition that I couldn't have said for certain what (if any) lengths he would have gone to to prevent that.
He's grown a lot as a person, and made some commendable strides. But he didn't find out from me when I medically transitioned the second I turned eighteen, and I think that's among the things that truly made him realize the scope of the issue.
I'm not here to guilt trip parents, guardians, or other members responsible for the care of the children or teens or young adults in their care.... but this is a cautionary tale. You aren't saving the people in your care when you do this, you simply reinforce an idea that you will never care for them, never want them as they are, would rather them be shoved away.
When you give people reasons to be secretive, they will behave secretively. When you give people reasons to doubt their safety around you, they will become sneaky, defensive, and withdrawn. When you give people reasons to doubt that you value their life, they will believe that you don't care if they live or not.
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bwhahahahahahaha I don't even care if some say gojo illustration looks kinda lame now but to me he's still so gorgeous 😭❤️ but can we just be grateful that Gege still draws him whahahahaha 🫠
gojo is so pretty and gorgeous and cutie etc. 💟💟💟
hays miss him so much 🙃
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