Date: 12/3/2017
By mychemicalromance
so it starts out in my kitchen. i’m baking something and getting drunk off my grandma’s wine at the same time. the scene is quick to change, though. next thing i know, i’m in london, streets shining with a freshly over rain. bellatrix and a friend are looming over a grate on the side of the road. none other than harry potter is standing beneath the grate, looking up forlornly. bellatrix is mocking him for being trapped, and harry is showing no signs of being able to use his magic. poor thing.