#SHE GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR THAT BOY; SO MUCH FOR THE BOY WHO LIVED#she went and erased herself; became a soldier for him; because his friend; the person who never left #she left everything else; but she never left him #bless yates and kloves for this monologue; bless them because she allows herself one second of exhaustion #’maybe we should stay here; harry; grow old’ #she has saved him from himself; she has saved her favorite book character #because let us not forget that harry potter exists in her books way before he becomes a boy of flesh and blood #he becomes everything she wants to be; books and cleverness; there are more important things #the harry in her books; the harry that somehow lived through a mortal curse; that is not the important thing #the harry whose first heroic act is saving her froma troll; that harry? THAT harry is friendship and bravery #the more important things; so she was always wired the soldier #she was always wired to love him above all else; and get him through everything #the war was about hermione too #(how come no one discussed that the war was about your body and your blood) #none of the others had noticed a thing #you were mostly a plot device but i will forever love your ass
look at this snape i found
it seems normal but then
what is this
turn to page 394 motherfucker
I never feel like more of a failure than when I can’t remember a piece of Harry Potter trivia.
Children. They were teaching children.
Rowena, Godric, Salazar; they tended to forget that. They saw young minds, young acolytes - eyes that would look up to them. Not innocence. Not childish wonder.
Toughen them, said Godric.
Make them smart, said Rowena.
And ambitious, above all, said Salazar.
But war and the real world; that was not where children belonged. Aye, they would belong one day, but it was not their part to turn them cruel, make them hard, make their eyes dart sideways always looking for ways to twist the world to further their own ends. They were to protect them. Shield them from the worst so that some good, some kindness would find its way into an ever darkening world. To give them weapons and teach them how to use them, but never tell them that those weapons were their only hope.
She’d seen in all the battles she’d rode out to just how dark the world could be. Was it not their duty to bring light into this world? To fight darkness with light; not with more darkness - with divisiveness and strife and hatred?
I will take them all, she said.
I will protect the ones you will not. I will save them. I will give them a home. They will be the last rays of all that is good in this world. I will teach them kindness. I will teach them loyalty. I will teach them selflessness.
I will teach them how to be the backbone, the heart of this world. I will teach them how to stand steadfast, when all hope is lost.
I will teach them how to be human, to be more than just one single word.
No, she knew, theirs would not be an easy path, or a glorious one. They would have no songs. No great tales in books. No laurels. No consolation, no thanks.
But they would be the reason why, when the darkness finally came, all of them in all their different colours would stand shoulder to shoulder and draw their wands as brothers in arms.
Not for achievements. Not for trophies. Not for power.
For goodness. For hope.
And when the time came for them to choose the words that would forever guide the children that would come to them, Helga smiled and engraved, upon a bronze plaque, these words:
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.
(But her students remembered a very different set of words. Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.)
(Helga Hufflepuff requested by boney-eyes-jefferson)
#and this my friends is why no one is quite sure what a hufflepuff really is #the answer is: everyone #they come in a million different shapes and sizes #they could be braver than gryffindors #and more cunning and more ambitious than slytherins #even smarter than ravenclaws #but they all come to hufflepuff #and there learn to be loyal and fair and goodhearted #and that quite possibly #is why hufflepuff has hardly any dark witches and wizards #because they have learnt how to be the very last line of defense #before chaos takes over the world #and this #THIS is the sleeping dragon you do not tickle #because if they can’t protect the earth you can be damned well sure they’ll avenge it
Muggleborn students at Hogwarts (part 1/?)
I love muggleborn headcanons.
There aren’t any “anti-muggle-technology charms,” did anyone actually READ Hogwarts: A History?
Hermione said in The Goblet of Fire that bugging devices don’t work because magic interferes with electricity geez
"I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis?"
That moment in your childhood when you realize that Diagon Alley is just the word diagonally….
And the Mirror of Erised is just the word desire backwards.
Didn’t even realize. Does that mean Knockturn Alley is nocturnally (dark/night)?
Yes, and Grimmauld Place is a play on grim old place.
And Dumbledore is just a dumb old door
DAN: When you do interviews, you’re faced with the choice to either be the most boring person on earth or just get ridiculous things written about you from time to time
JOSH HOROWITZ: Sometimes it might be good to be boring
DAN: It might be but I just get bored of myself
[Happy 25th Birthday Daniel Radcliffe! (23 July 1989)]
Happy 7th birthday, Deathly Hallows!
Lee Jordan’s commentary appreciation post
Okay, just hear me out for a second.
Muggleborn kid with a talent for magic. Not real magic. Like, sleight of hand magic. And then a prefect catches them doing something like making a ball appear to vanish or whatever, and just loses their shit because this 11 year old kid has utterly mastered Vanishing Spells and what the hell how is that even possible.