gentlect:

Molly: I remember one night, something caught his attention, and he would not stop giggling! Hours and hours, straight through till dawn, and us not getting a wink for all the noise.

Molly: As the sun started rising, I started singing him a song, this little muggle lullaby that I’d heard once on one of Arthur’s devices. 

Molly: He dropped right off, slept straight through to tea time. 

Molly: I’d give anything to hear that sound again.

fatima-fati:

Because I sincerely believe that even if Dumbledore could leave baby Harry at the doorstep for a night- the Mcgonagall I know would’ve stayed behind, crying silent tears over the loss of her two students, and holding the infant in her arms.

In the morning when milkman arrived, he was rather amused by seeing a tabby cat sitting by a small bundle..

why am i like this guys