Hurray for the totally unnecessary shirtlessness!. (Reply).
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Your first line is like a slap across the face.
The words you chose are rhythmic and poetic and dark and absolutely crushing. The pictures. The non-pictures, because everything is dipped in darkness, the feelings.
Those little sequences are heart-wrenching.
Hermione screaming when Ron dies, the baby she'll never see again, Harry's goodbye.
So heavy. Rip you away like a fire storm. And yet so quiet, so intense.
Really, I am deeply impressed by this - yes, revolted and moved, but that comes naturally and was probably the intention. I say Damn Good Job and I mean it.