
Anon asked: could you please draw a Reyna? Maybe looking at the sky or something dramatic like that
I don’t know about you but a gigantic statue on top of an old temple looks pretty dramatic to me

“Remember, if the time should come, when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.”
“And under here, Hedwig - “ Harry pulled open a door under the stairs “- is where i used to sleep! You never knew me then - blimey, it’s small, i’d forgotten…”
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days efore hehad know anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving green light and, once - Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it - a flyiny motorbike…