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Anonymous asked: "Which Hogwarts Houses would you Sort yourself and your friends into?"

laura2theletter:

I like to think of myself as a Hufflepuff.  Every internet test I’ve ever taken has put me there, plus, I think it sounds like they have the most fun.  And a common room right by the kitchens? Score.

Perry is also a Hufflepuff, she’s fiercely protective and a total mama bear.  We all love her on the floor, even if she can be a bit… intense at times.

LaF is a Ravenclaw, mostly because science! But also because LaF’s a whole heck of a lot smarter with the hard knowledge stuff than any of the rest of us.

Danny would be a Gryffindor for reasons that should be very obvious.  I think I finally understand why Hermione was so angry at Harry and Ron all the time.

Carmilla is a mystery.  I’m not sure where to put her, or if I even want to try and categorize her. Maybe a Hufflepuff? Maybe a Slytherin?  She doesn’t care about anything enough to be a good Slytherin, I don’t think.



deadgirlshoes:

*Remus and Tonks losing Teddy in a crowded place*

"What does your son look like?"

"Good question"



hip-pogriff:

ollivander:

circletines:

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

"YOUR DRAUGHT OF LIVING DEATH COULDN’T KILL A FRUIT FLY"

"YOU PUT SO MUCH GINGER IN THAT POTION IT TASTES LIKE A WEASLEY"



vivacosima:

daily reminder that minerva mcgonagall is metal as fuck



e-m-e-t-t:

I only made this because I needed somewhere to put this pun.  



well-then-my-dear-captain:

OKAY BUT WHY THE FUCK DOES MOVIE GINNY HAVE TO FUCKING ASK HER BROTHERS WHO KRUM IS AT THE WORLD CUP

THE GIRL IS A QUIDDITCH ACE WHO GOES ON TO PLAY FOR THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES AND BECOME A QUIDDITCH REPORTER

BESIDES WHICH SHE LIVES WITH RON WHO HAS A MASSIVE MAN CRUSH ON KRUM

THERE IS NOT A CHANCE IN HELL GINNY WEASLEY DOESN’T KNOW WHO KRUM IS

but yeah sure let’s have the girls ask dumb questions that were Harry’s lines in the book whatever



snapslikethis:

Look at this

LOOK

I’ve never made this connection before…at the beginning of DH Hermione tells Ron and Harry how a wizard who’d split his soul could heal himself, save himself…remorse

oh, harry

Harry James you precious baby

I’ve read this second bit before, the whole try for some remorse thing, and thought it was just a Harry stabbing in the dark, but nO

It was so calculated

He remembered that conversation

Hermione’s research

actual, possible redemption for Voldemort

he kept that hope, however slim, that Voldemort could be saved

before they cast their final curses, after all that happened, Harry was actually trying to get Voldemort to mend himself back together

Harry james potter you compassionate jerk trying to save your mortal enemy before he utterly and finally destroys himself



thetruthneverlies:

kurtrachelandagayhighfive:

tennants-hair:

why are most villains associated with dark stuff why can’t we have a villain who likes pink lacy pillows and rainbows and ponies

image

Because it’s terrifying as fuck



Anonymous asked: "You should do a prompt based ont his "Sirius fell behind the veil; but before his body hit the ground, a set of strong and familiar hands caught him""

bigquidditchhero:

"Careful there, mate," came the voice he hadn’t heard in almost fifteen years, and he took a step back and looked at the man in front of him, who released his shoulders and beamed.

"Christ, you’re old," said James before Sirius could speak. "Not as old as I’d like to you be, though, I have to say," he added, and Sirius saw that his grin, unchanged, looked strained.

"I’m - dead?"

And, for as long as he’d missed his best friend, now he hoped that he would wake up. He had been knocked out, badly hurt, and he was imagining James - because he could see nothing else, just space, and James was exactly as he’d seen him last, same clothes, twenty-one -

James nodded, and Sirius felt as if he’d taken a great blow to the stomach.

"I want to go back," he said, quietly at first, then louder, frantic: "I need to go back! Harry’s there -"

James’ hands grabbed at him again as he looked around wildly, searching for an exit, a way out: there were things worth dying for, but there were still things worth living for, too, or at least there was Harry, and Harry was both. He couldn’t leave him there to Bellatrix, and Voldemort too, probably, not again, he was going to be there this time …

"Hey," he heard James say, and realised his eyes were stinging. He brushed impatiently at them with his sleeve and shook his head.

"They’ll say I shouldn’t have gone."

"Yeah, probably," James agreed, patting his arm in a comforting manner, "but I’ll bet Harry was glad you were there."

"Until now." A horrible thought struck him. "Shit, I bet he blames himself - it wasn’t his fault -"

James did not say anything, but looked weary. Sirius wondered if he and Lily had, somehow, been able to watch all that was going on; if they had seen their son suffer, for years, and felt utterly helpless, like he felt now.

It occurred to him that their reunion ought to be more joyous.

"I don’t wish I was here," he said, stumbling over the words, "but - it - it’s good to see you, mate."

James smiled properly - he was so young - and they hugged, awkwardly; they had never been ones for hugging, but feeling that James was real, or at least as real as he was - there, not disappearing as soon as he returned to wakefulness - it was good.

"It’s been a long time, Mr. Padfoot."

"Too long, Mr. Prongs."

They grinned at each other. It had been too long. In a perfect world, Harry would have grown up with his parents and godfather, and the brothers would never have been separated; Sirius would never have seen James’ body sprawled on the ground. They had lost too much for this to be a happy reunion.

Sirius thought about the battle, perhaps still raging on, perhaps having claimed more victims, and looked around again.

"If I could go back," said James, watching him, "in a heartbeat, I would. Even just for a little while … see my boy again …"

His voice faltered and cracked.

"You know - he looks just like you."

"Some people have all the luck."

Sirius snorted. “Just like you. Except his eyes,” he added, and he glanced about him once more, but this time he didn’t look for an exit. “Where is Lily? Shouldn’t there be more people?” They’d lost enough. It would be nice, he thought, to see Lily again; he had missed her more than he would have imagined before her death. And Regulus. Maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to finally be - at peace. No one to hide from, no one shutting him away.

"Oh, this isn’t where you go," said James. "I’m just collecting you."



jeffreyswest:

booksbeforebedtime:

library-heaven:

skottieyoung:

My Harry Potter studies over the years. 

these are incredible

Scholastic needs to release new, illustrated editions with THESE.

I wish.