Foamy waves crashed upon the cold shore in a symphony of haunting beauty. Dark clouds blanketed the skies. In the west, the last traces of daylight peaked through the increasing overcast. And along the sandy beach, completely alone for many miles, walked the man and his wife. "What're you thinking about," the man asked. "Obviously not you," his wife exclaimed, clinging to his arm as she walked barefoot in the sand. "Liar," he said with a smirk. "Oh? And I suppose because I'm your pregnant wife you feel like I'm always thinking about my husband, hmm?" "I didn't mention any of that, my love," he said with a gentle laugh. "But yeah, pretty much." His wife blushed and put on a pouty face that made him unable to resist pulling her into a passionate embrace. At first she pretended to be annoyed with him, but that lasted all of a moment before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with delighted enjoyment. After a long while she pulled back and whispered, "It's quite presumptuous of you to think I'm always going to be so forgiving, Mr. Potter." "Forgiving of what, my dear," he said, his hands on her pregnant belly. She sighed softly as she felt him holding her, and for a moment she forgot what she was saying. "You always making me fall helplessly for you whenever I'm trying to be mad at you," she suddenly exclaimed. "I'm trying to let you know that you're being arrogant but you're just taking advantage of my being pregnant and in love with you!" "Well, when you put it that way," he said, his hands sliding around to her back, "I guess I have been quite an arrogant husband lately." "Yes, I'm glad you finally agree," she said, struggling mightily to not smile. "In my defense though," he gently pulled her close so the swell of her belly was against him, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I love you with all my heart." His charming smirk made her blush again, and she whispered in happy resignation, "I hate that I can never stay mad at you." The man kissed his pregnant wife and she responded with overwhelmed longing. They stood there, locked in a delightful embrace, until the tide touched their feet. His wife gave a happy sigh as the cool water rushed over her ankles and said, "Dear husband, your pregnant wife needs you to carry her home." The man kissed her again, then hoisted her in his arms bridal-style and started walking up the sandy beach. She sighed in utter contentment, her hand on her belly as the children she carried in her womb gave another miraculous kick. #Malfoid

Not every service is a luxury. And overcharging for everything is how a company can quickly go out of business.

Power gives you the opportunity to become better or worse. Will you use it to rule others wisely or to oppress them? Will you use it for their good or for selfish gain? All of heaven and hell waits to see what sort of man you will become.

That's because Western society has been severely and viciously psychological abused for decades to expect another "beating" at any moment. The trauma of constant, random terrible events takes its toll.

And right after I got my blue checkmark too. Really rotten luck.

So they stole it again huh.

What makes you so valuable to the world that you shouldn't have to do anything to maintain your own existence?

The young man and his wife strolled casually along the stone walkways that cut through the wooded property of the old manor. Leaves rustled in the wind before being shaken off the trees. The man's wife held her elegant wand in hand and with a wave the wind became silent and the leaves were stilled. "Mr. Potter, a word if you please," his wife said in her usual haughty manner that had long since endeared her to him. "Yes, Mrs. Potter?" He looked at her, giving her his full attention. His casual, reckless smile made it difficult for his wife to maintain the facade of offense. "Did you mean it tonight when you said you want as many children as we're blessed with?" "Yes, of course," he said, touching one of the floating frozen leaves, its movement not unlike a piece of cloth in water. "Why do you ask, darling?" "You do know that it will be a lot of work, right? I may have to cease my work at the Wizengamot and the school for a time, and obviously we will have to spend even more time together..." "Yes," he said, "I'm aware." "And I presume you think I'll just go along with that because I love you," she said, her pretense crumbling into a cheeky smile as he stepped closer and put one heavy arm around her petite shoulder. "You haven't exactly been trying to convince me otherwise, my love." She blushed brightly. But as she did, he ever so softly placed a hand on her pregnant belly. She gasped quietly: he held her as though he was cradling something sacred. Her heart fluttered so intensely she could hardly look him in the eye. His face was very close to hers, and she found her resolve hung by a thread. And to her blushing annoyance, she saw that he knew it too. "You know, mister, you take me a lot for granted," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips almost touching his. "How do you know I actually agree with this plan of yours to keep me pregnant forever?" He answered her fake question with a kiss that made her knees so weak he had to hold her up, and for a while that's all that happened until at last he pulled back ever so briefly. "That's how," he whispered. "God I love you," she breathed and they resumed kissing until the sun vanished into a dazzling dusk and the moon's silver light appeared to take its place. #Malfoid

Incredible work.

"Great nations do not remain great by being caretakers of history, but by continuously making history." Well spoken.

Everyone's free to rewrite as they see fit, but I really don't see a need for the Sectumsempra attack in the bathroom, and in many ways it needlessly undermines the entire thematic narrative up to that point. Harry is supposed to be the one to redeem her. Him accidentally almost killing her reverses it to where he now has to seek her forgiveness, but the problem is there isn't enough time for that in Book 7, not without changing a lot, which if we're going to do that then we can very well not include the SS attack to begin with.

Surprisingly, people aren't too interested in doing menial household chores while they're on vacation.

No. Next?

I like how they foreshadowed Ultra Ego.

The obsession with getting rich quickly and lazily that so many people have these days is such a loathsome character flaw. It's one major reason why the quality of everything these days has plummeted while the prices have soared. Too many people will accept nothing less than maximum payout while delivering as little as they can get away with. And failing to receive what they feel is their due, they'll "burn it all down" on the way out.