"Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos … knew yeh didn’ have any … d’yeh like it?"
Harry couldn’t speak, but Hagrid understood.
“The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.”
we interrupt this blog to remind you that in shakespeare’s day, and hamlet’s, suicide was guaranteed to send you to hell
and if you died without getting your last rites, etc, there was a good chance you would go to hell
so when horatio says to hamlet, “i am more an antique roman than a dane; here’s yet some liquor left”
what he is saying is, “i would rather follow you to hell than keep my chance of heaven without you”
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