But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them. [Philosopher’s Stone, Page 132, Hallowe’en]
That year I gave my best friend a pretty great gift.
He gave me a better one.
“Sirius,” James began with weary eyes, “I’m going to say what Moony’s probably already said and which you probably ignored in the process.” Sirius reddened embarrassingly at the truth and tried to hide beneath the green fumes. “You’re not going to die alone.”
“But how do you know?” Sirius answered sharply. He sat up with his knees to his chest, distress on his features as he awaited an answer.
James rolled his eyes and lay back down on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. “Because I won’t let that happen, you berk.” [x]
James talking to Sirius about how he isn’t going to die alone.
“No matter who you are in the outside, it is who you are in the inside what make you my best friend…”
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. — Margaret Mead
So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.
For what it’s worth,
it was worth all the while.
It’s something unpredictable
but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
