
[Harry Potter] The Other Shore
[HP]彼方
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- Completed
- Length
- 11k Words
- Genre
- No CP
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 13y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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The beard of the man in the tower was not long enough for the prince to turn white. I think the owner of the beard may have cut it himself...
I really like Harry. With Harry as the center of the circle, you can strongly feel the love and justice he radiated and received. This is why so many people sacrificed for love and peace during the war years, because love is the greatest power. Because love is worth it.
This is Lily's attitude toward Snape in my heart, the kind of "I know you are wrong, but I forgive you and hope you can live a good life." This is the brilliant lily in my heart!
Who is the horse? Is the red weasel Fred?
I'm so touched,,, and suddenly I feel like if the person in the tower is AD. GG could have climbed up the long beard a long time ago, just the tuft of hair on GG. . . Forget it
This is my favorite HP fanfic, bar none. I dare say that one-third of the time I registered a jj account was for it. I was playing Colin Raye's Love Me at the time, and when I saw Lupine come out, I started to cry... The most beautiful fairy tale is also the most tender pain. In Aunt Luo's writings, death is a great adventure. It makes people think that there may be an afterlife, and maybe it will still be magnificent in the days after. Death is not lonely or cold - even if you are clearly aware of your own death, you can still pursue the future bravely and freely. Death here is like a dream, and the world after death is so beautiful, free from dust, like the purest fairy tale. Seeing such a world, the living people will definitely be happy for them. Lao Deng said that the dead will not leave. Yes, as long as the memories are still there, we will always be together, no matter life or death. When we grow old, we will finally step into that world peacefully. Let not those who are before me grieve, nor let those who are after me sigh. To borrow a lyric from another Colin: If you get there before I do, don\'t give up on me. I\'ll meet you when my chores are through; I don\'t know how long I\'ll be. But I\'m not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I\'ll be loving you. Love, me. I will meet you eventually, in the beautiful other side. (No, I have to complain first, otherwise I will burst into tears again: Can the author teach me how to add BGM to the text?) Attached are the full lyrics of Love me: I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three. Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. He said, \"Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago, Grandma\'s daddy didn\'t like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.\" We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together. Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever. But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead Of her, I found this letter, and this is what it said: If you get there before I do, don\'t give up on me. I\'ll meet you when my chores are through; I don\'t know how long I\'ll be. But I\'m not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I\'ll be loving you. Love, me. I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away, In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray. I know I\'d never seen him cry in all my fifteen years; But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears. If you get there before I do, don\'t give up on me. I\'ll meet you when my chores are through; I don\'t know how long I\'ll be. But I\'m not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then, till I see you again, I\'ll be loving you. Love, me. Between now and then, till I see you again, I\'ll be loving you. Love, me. I read a note left by my grandma, Written in the distant year of 1923. Grandpa hid it deep in his closet, Even I only watched it once. He said: Son, you may not understand, But long, long ago, Even though her father had a problem with me, I still love your grandma deeply. We made crazy plans to leave together, And stay with you forever in the first town you reach. But when I came to the promised tree, All I saw was this note pinned to it: If you get there before me, Please don't give up on me, I will come after I take care of everything—— Although I don't know when yet. But dear, please believe it, I won't let you down, I will meet you eventually. No matter what time it is, I will always love you, love you, me. A few hours before grandma left, I saw this little note, In front of the church porch. Grandpa and I stopped to pray, I have never seen my grandpa cry in fifteen years. When grandpa recited the oath in his heart, His eyes were filled with tears. If you get there before me, Please don't give up on me. I will come after I take care of everything—— Although I don't know when yet. But dear, please believe it, I won't let you down, I will meet you eventually, No matter what time it is. I will always love you, love you, me. I will meet you eventually, No matter what time it is. I will always love you, love you, me.
I watched tears streaming down my face. When these dead people see the living, they either care about them, ridicule them kindly, or observe them timidly, but they all show no attachment. Because they really aren't from that side anymore.
Although I feel this is a very heartwarming article, tears still keep flowing. Death is the beginning of another adventure. May they be well on the other side.
It feels like the swallow is Bella and the statue is Voldemort
Mom... She's so gentle that I want to lie down in Dumbledore's arms and roll around crying.