If he’s not going to care someone else will.I’m fucking tired of all this shit, you’re suppose to be helping meet but instead you’re the one hurting me the most. You have no clue how many times I’ve cried myself asleep because of you because you make me feel like a piece of worthless shit. I feel hate towards you. I want you to leave me alone, never talk to me again and forget me like I never existed.
+Remember that time when Fred and George repeatedly hit Voldemort in the face with snowballs?
+“Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.” - SS/PS, CH. 12




