𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 harry potter.

Evening in the city, in the graphite-lullaby, each vivid hue collects their boarding pass for the land of dreams. How can I leave when my hopeless dream is the warmth of your loving arms? 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝟑-𝟕 #1 in harold #1 in harryxreader

𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 harry potter. 2.0

In the tender embrace of twilight, she whispered impossible dreams like an aisling, her words painting a world where their hearts waltzed together for eternity. {rewriting the original!}