The family of three were standing on the train platform. The red-headed, green-eyed mum anxiously looking around. Her husband, black-haired, and bespectacled, put his hand around her waist, reassuring her. Between them, a black-haired and green-eyed boy stood, staring at the red train, wondering who his friends will be, how his life would be, how everything would turn out. The train whistled, signalling eleven o'clock. The mum hugged her son tightly. She lightly kissed him on the forehead.
"You'll be alright, Harry," the dad said.
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oh if only.. :/
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Harry Potter Headcanons
FanfictionA bunch of random things that i see as real (in my head)~ No hate please, if you don't like something, just stop reading Kayz? ☺ They'll be very short -a line to abt 3 paragraphs- btw, and if you want longer ones don't hesitate to ask ☺ Do inform me...
