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inexorablyacademic:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

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oh-so-pleasant:

how many hospital visits do you think st. mungo’s gets from people using engorgio spells on their dick

bralpha:

okay but like could you imagine all the muggle born students coming back to hogwarts after summer break and catching up on what movies they saw, what they thought of season finales, what concerts they went to and off to the side the wizard raised kids are staring at them in confusion and suddenly one of them just whispers

"what the fuck is a nickelback"

pica-scribit:

frantzfandom:

how many wizard marriages have been ruined by some wizard husband asking his wizard wife to drink polyjuice potion 

"just to experiment, come on, let’s spice things up"

Polyjuice Potion is so dodgy if you stop to think about it for even five seconds. There aren’t many uses for it that aren’t at least a little bit sketchy.

Think of the consent issues involved in “borrowing” another person’s appearance, whether you’re using it for sexual purposes or not.

Think of 16-year-old Crabbe and Goyle turning themselves into 11-year-old girls in HBP (on second thought, don’t).

Think of the black market trade in Harry’s hair that must have sprung up, because who doesn’t want to fuck the Boy Who Lived?

Think how easy it would be to get away with murder by stealing the appearance of some random Muggle.

It’s so easy to abuse. No wonder that shit is restricted.

rumbellehasthephonebox:

kittykitpanda:

rumbellehasthephonebox:

kittykitpanda:

Sirius Black high-fiving Lily Evans every time she raises her hand in class.

Sirius asking James to high five her when he is took sick to come to class.

Remus Lupin doing it with a sigh and an immediate apology when neither Sirius or James is available.

Peter being overly enthusiastic about being asked to do it, and slapping Lily in the face by accident.

nomorefallingallifrey:

ducktrainer:

saemiligr:

dear-monday:

So we know it’s JK’s headcanon that Dudley has a magical child, right? Imagine his kid starting to show signs of magic and Dudley remembering all the odd things that used to happen around Harry. Imagine his kid coming home from Hogwarts and being all, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME UNCLE HARRY WAS FAMOUS?” Imagine Dudley reading up on Harry and finding out about all the stuff he did and all the things that happened to him and struggling to grasp how his scrawny, speccy cousin saved the wizarding world. Imagine Dudley, white-faced with terror at his first big family get-together with Harry, Hermione and all the remaining Weasleys. Imagine Mrs Weasley being decidedly cool towards him until he eats fifth helpings of everything she cooks and telling her that she’s the best cook he’s ever met. Imagine Dudley meeting Fleur. Imagine the others embarrassing Harry by telling Dudley stories about him. Imagine Dudley and Harry going down the pub together for beers. Imagine Harry still calling him Big D. Imagine Dudley cheerfully never dieting ever again and being fat and happy forever THE END.

This makes me absurdly happy

did they just made me happy about DUDLEY

all the remaining Weasleys

nymre:

Luna and Cho /talking/ about nargles during class. I can’t write dialogues lmao I really want this (friend)ship to exist. 

itsvondell:

flightcub:

purplespacecats:

Marauder’s era fancast:

Nathan Stewart-Jarrett as James Potter

Karen Gillan as Lily Evans

@itsvondell look

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thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Hogwarts’ darker side: the Sorting
The greatest darkness within Hogwarts, however, was not the evil within people. Not the callous cruelty of Gryffindors, the mind games of the Slytherins, the revenge cycles perpetuated by Hufflepuffs or even the dispassionate calculations and experiments of the Ravenclaws.
The greatest evil was far more insidious.
Every year forty children were labelled for the rest of their lives. Forty eleven year olds were told that they were only this and nothing more.
Forty children would learn that all their actions could be attributed to this one set of traits. That Gryffindors could not be cunning and ambitious - even if they were. That Slytherins could not be loyal even when they stood by each other with all the ferociousness of Spartan warriors. That Hufflepuffs could not be cruel, even when they poured out the blood of the minions of their enemies. That Ravenclaws would never overcome their fondness of neutrality to take a firm stand, even when they did.
Forty children, thirty of whom would never be taught to think about the darkness within them.
Thirty children who would later learn how to silence those who told tales of their darker deeds.
Children who would now learn to shrug and say this is who we are, we cannot change. Children who now knew that their actions were all inevitable. Predestined by the colours they wore.
The greatest evil was this: that the young were slotted and labelled, told that their actions were not their own and they would never change.
And so they grew up unbending, unchanging, uncritical and blind. Blind to the complexities and paradoxes of life. Blind to those who were not like them. Blind to the views of all except their own.
Blind to the histories and pasts that went into the choices of those who were not their own, they whispered, this is who they are, they will never change.
Blind to all but four words: brave, loyal, intelligent, ambitious.
A. Rookwood.
[Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4]

thepostmodernpottercompendium:

Hogwarts’ darker side: the Sorting

The greatest darkness within Hogwarts, however, was not the evil within people. Not the callous cruelty of Gryffindors, the mind games of the Slytherins, the revenge cycles perpetuated by Hufflepuffs or even the dispassionate calculations and experiments of the Ravenclaws.

The greatest evil was far more insidious.

Every year forty children were labelled for the rest of their lives. Forty eleven year olds were told that they were only this and nothing more.

Forty children would learn that all their actions could be attributed to this one set of traits. That Gryffindors could not be cunning and ambitious - even if they were. That Slytherins could not be loyal even when they stood by each other with all the ferociousness of Spartan warriors. That Hufflepuffs could not be cruel, even when they poured out the blood of the minions of their enemies. That Ravenclaws would never overcome their fondness of neutrality to take a firm stand, even when they did.

Forty children, thirty of whom would never be taught to think about the darkness within them.

Thirty children who would later learn how to silence those who told tales of their darker deeds.

Children who would now learn to shrug and say this is who we are, we cannot change. Children who now knew that their actions were all inevitable. Predestined by the colours they wore.

The greatest evil was this: that the young were slotted and labelled, told that their actions were not their own and they would never change.

And so they grew up unbending, unchanging, uncritical and blind. Blind to the complexities and paradoxes of life. Blind to those who were not like them. Blind to the views of all except their own.

Blind to the histories and pasts that went into the choices of those who were not their own, they whispered, this is who they are, they will never change.

Blind to all but four words: brave, loyal, intelligent, ambitious.

A. Rookwood.

[Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4]

book one: professor mcgonnagal and the you put a WHAT in our WHERE albus

book two: professor mcgonnagal and the we have a WHAT IN OUR WHERE ALBUS

book three: professor mcgonnagal and the ministry is sending us WHAT because of WHO

book four: professor mcgonnagal and the ARE YOU SHITTING ME ALBUS

book five: professor mcgonnagal and the we have WHO telling us to do WHAT

book six: professor mcgonnagal and the albus do something NO NOT THAT

book seven: professor mcgonnagal and the I FINALLY GET TO BLOW SHIT UP THANK YOU WIZARD GOD

More Lupin/Tonks Thoughts

hufflepuffswag:

They really are perfect for each other and it pisses me off so much how bad JK fucked it up in the books. By that I mean she made it look like she threw the two together without much thought just to have another little plot. I used to hate Remus/Tonks because I (like many sane people) hate it when writers expect you to buy into a couple just because the writer tells you they’re in love and want to be together forever. Romance is one of those things you need to show happening. All that would have been needed to tie things together were a couple little scenes that showed the two of them caring about each other. Tonks complimenting Remus and Remus blushing, for example. Them quickly stepping back from each other when somebody enters the room. Little things that wouldn’t have taken up a lot of space and could easily have gotten lost in the action, hidden away until the end of HBP so you can think back and go, “OH, okay I see it now.”

And when you’re focused on how bad JK is a writing romance, it’s easy to miss how fantastic the two characters are for each other. Tonks is young and spunky, Remus is more mature and a little beat down by life. She can loosen him up, he can mellow her out. She’s the same type of person Remus surrounded himself with in his youth - brave, smart, and a bit of a troublemaker - so it’s not like Remus doesn’t know how to relate to her. I don’t know, I’m probably explaining this badly, but I can really see them getting along great. But damn did JK ever do a bad job with their actual relationship.

queerly-it-is:

hp headcanons

itsvondell:

wouldbelovely:

itsvondell:

I suspect that Jo Rowling probably imagined James and Harry as white too, i don’t mind that, that’s her business.

Personally I’m mentally acting against the white-as-default-unless-otherwise-specified that’s pervasive in imagining media especially in predominately white fandom culture.

I’ve generally operated on a POC-unless-otherwise-noted basis with how I imagine characters. My HP headcanons aren’t What If Everybody In Harry Potter Was Black Instead Of White. They only read that way if you’re still stuck in the white-as-default zone.

James’ skin color, hair texture, etc to my knowledge has never been specified and that means to me that even a reader who strictly contains themselves within the bounds of canon is free to imagine him as any number of ethnicities.

In absence of a specified race I chose to imagine the one that makes the story most compelling to me.

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The James as black headcannon not only works, it adds a whole different depth to the story. First off, Veron’s intenser hatred for James than Lily, The whole Pure-Race dogma of the death eaters, the fact that James, though pureblood, didn’t seem to have any Death Eater family members like Sirius did. 

Then Harry as mixed, the teasing he got as school, the fact that he was never mistaken for an actual relative of the Dursley’s in public. His black uncontrollable hair that his white family had NO IDEA how to deal with. His eyes were always considered striking though it’s not an unusual color for whites. 

Screw it, headcannon accepted. 

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