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There is a box of photos of the DA.
They begin at it’s first meeting in the Hog’s Head, with Harry looking regal as he explains its purpose, Hermione watching Harry as if to see if he’ll say her words, or his own, and Ron glaring daggers at anyone who looks about to say something rude in the face of the stoic child soldier talking.
There are photos of meetings, with Neville falling backwards onto pillows, Luna delighted over her first patronus, Harry looking at his students’ progress and looking older than a fifteen year old has any right to.
There are photos of the six DA students in the hospital wing after their night in the Department of Mysteries, beat up and bloody, Ron and Neville hosting new scars, Hermione journaling frantically and trying to figure out what it all means, Ginny’s hand on Harry’s back as he mourns Sirius.
There are photos of Neville’s recommencement speech, rousing students from all four houses and telling them the importance of defending themselves, photos of Luna sitting with a group of second years and explaining why they aren’t learning this in class anymore, photos of Ginny demonstrating a Shield Charm so perfect it sparkles in the stale air of the Room of Requirement.
There are photos documenting student injuries, tiny cursive underneath explaining the circumstance of every Crutiatus Curse.
There are photos of fourth year Hufflepuffs perfecting the Sectrumsempra curse on a Room of Requirement dummy, looking angry but proud.
There are photos of the Battle itself, of Death Eaters falling and students sobbing against walls, of teachers rallying their students like troops and siblings choosing sides.
The photos stop with one of Antonin Dolhov, with green light shooting towards the boy holding the camera.
Neville keeps all of Colin’s photos in his office. On the days where he wonders why he’s teaching at all, he pulls them out to watch the student’s side of the Second Wizarding War.
And he remembers.
Please
Concept: a movie theater that only shows Harry Potter films. The movies will be in 4D. The temperature will drop when dementors are present. Fans will blow on you during quidditch scenes. Enticing smells will be pumped in during feast scenes but don’t worry about feeling hungry because the theater will serve Bertie Botts, treacle tart, drumsticks, butterbeer, chocolate frogs and those tiny little pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Instead of loyalty cups, you get discounts if you wear a Weasley sweater.
How dare you make me cry
- Draco scrubs the skin on his arm viciously every time he showers. The skin is always red and marked by scratches. He tries so hard to get the mark off of him. He wants to feel clean again. - George can’t look in the mirror anymore. Not without remembering Fred. He smashes all mirrors in their home. He cuts his hair, he dyes it. - Neville sees Nagini in his dreams. But in his dreams it reaches Ron and Hermione before he does. - Harry has multiple wands all around his house hidden in places that only he knows. Beneath his pillow, beneath his bed, under the couch. Just in case. - Hermione’s boggart is no longer failure. - Draco and Blaise are afraid of fire. - Someone accidentally calls George “Fred” once. No one knows who starts crying first. - Headmistress Miverna Mcgonagall is fierce, powerful and kind. All first years are intimidated and amazed, she seems untouchable. However some nights she roams the school hallways and remembers every student she lost, every life that got taken away too soon, every soul that left them too early. - Harry suddenly can’t stay in very small rooms. He feels trapped, his throat starts convulsing and his eyes sting. - Hagrid still feels the weight of what he thought was Harry’s corpse in his hands. It haunts him. - Hermione, Ron and Harry had gotten so used to spending months having one small meal per day that sometimes they forget they’re supposed to eat. - Harry rolls in his sleep once and hits his forehead against the night stand on accident, when he wakes up with pain on his forehead his heart sinks and his whole body freezes. It isn’t until he sees the bruise that he’s able to calm down. Because Voldemort isn’t back. - Ron dreams that he’s back in their tent, traveling and hiding, he’s changing the radio stations and he hears Ginny’s names as one of the victims. - Molly always has “where’s Fred?” on the tip of her tongue, at all times. - Harry spends the year post-war discovering who he is, what he loves, other than the Boy-who-lived and the Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. Because there are things he never had time to think about, never had time to experiment, never had time to experience. Sometimes he wonders if coming back had been the right choice, because it hurt so bad on some days that he couldn’t take it. - When Teddy is sad or scared and he’s crying, Harry tells him stories and shows him pictures of his parents, it’s then and only then that he calms down and his hair goes back to normal. - Harry pulls back to himself when the date of his death nears every year, his friends do everything in their power to bring him out of it. - Draco and Harry have talks about the war some nights, both saw what Voldemort was capable of, Harry in his dreams, Draco in his home. Both understand. - Luna is quirkier and weirder than ever before. She always does everything in her power to lighten up the mood in the room when the silence is bitter and mournful. It’s like she can’t stop shifting and smiling and nervously twitching and saying random facts about things no one has heard of before. Everyone knows it’s her way of coping, of staying positive. So no one minds. It’s comforting. - Harry gets the sudden desire to travel all over the world. Sometimes Ron and Hermione come with him, others he goes alone, once Neville joins him. Draco does too. - Draco starts writing, he writes thousands of words on some nights and none on others. He’s good at it, too. - Harry always, without fail, looks for Sirius’ constellation. He visits his grave too, tells him how things are going in his life, how he’s coping, how he isn’t. - Hermione getting a tattoo of blooming pastel flowers on top of her “mudblood” scar, because she’s alive, many her friends are alive and she wants to remember that.
And maybe not all is well, maybe they have scars time cannot erase, but they’re together, their hearts are still beating, so it’ll be okay. They’re going to be okay.
JKR this has to happen
the last scene of the last fantastic beasts film will be luna, sitting in her front room with her kids, listening with a smile as old newt finishes his story about his past adventures
How Tom really ended up in the toilet:
Ginny writing in her diary: Harry Potter is so dreamy! He said hi to me this morning!
Tom: and then?
Ginny: he headed off to class.
Tom: and then?
Ginny: I went to class too.
Tom: and then?
Ginny: and then I saw him in the hall later, we waved.
Tom: and then?
Ginny: and then nothing, nothing else happened
Tom: annnddd then?
Ginny: NOTHING
Tom: and then?!
Ginny: no, no more and then!
Tom: and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then and then
Ginny: That's it! *shoves diary down toilet*
umm harry wouldnt have the kids, and a lot of the things that happened wouldnt its called murphy’s law; but like in all honesty yeah it could work
You know if Albus and Scorpius had just Time Traveled back to Voldemort’s birth, they could’ve saved hundreds of lives. Like name one downside to killing baby Voldy. Potters live, the Fallen Fifty live, Harry isn’t an orphan, Teddy isn’t an orphan, no war, nothin.
Fred Imagine 4
Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!
alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !
“-she needs someone to watch her!”
“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.
“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”
You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”
Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.
“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”
“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”
You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?
“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”
“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”
“I know but-”
“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.
“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”
You looked at Harry for his response.
“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.
Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.
“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.
“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.
“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”
“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”
“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.
“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up.
You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.
“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books.
For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).
Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.
Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?
Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts.
Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!
Honestly, it was getting very annoying.
“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”
“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.
Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating!
“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.
You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”
You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.
“Fred! What the f-”
“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth.
Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.
“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.
“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.
“Is that….” you began.
Fred nodded in response.
“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”
“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”
Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.
“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”
You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”
“Hey it’s-”
“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!”
You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair.
Fred pulled you into a hug.
“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”
“No?” You questioned.
“It would be me.”
You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.
After a moment you pulled apart.
“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Young Arthur Weasley is to be Online
Arthur Weasley: “I’ve seen it in at least 3 muggle movies, MOVIES ARE LIKE OUR PICTURES BUT WITH SOUND!.”
“Like this shirt i’m wearing, odd but I love it.”
“give me a second.”
Harry: We should sing our happy song.
Ron: We don't have a happy song.
Harry: We should have a happy song.
Ron: We will never have a happy song.
Harry: Not with that attitude
Scorpius: I guess I'm just too tough to cry.
Albus: Just this morning you were crying about snakes.
Scorpius: [voice shaking] They don't have any arms...
Is nobody going to acknowledge the fact that Draco Fucking Malfoy was the first student in The Philosopher’s / Sorcerers Stone to properly curse
“If the lump had given this (the Remembral) a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ARSE”
The kid’s a legend
Harry: Hey Neville, how are my kids doing at Hogwarts?
Neville: *flashbacks of James in detention for wandering the corridors after curfew, Albus in detention for being caught with his hand down Scorpius Malfoy's pants, Lily in detention for punching a boy who said girls are weak*
Neville: Haha, just peachy! No worries, Harry!
None of you can tell me this is not cannon
please i need this
Concept: a movie theater that only shows Harry Potter films. The movies will be in 4D. The temperature will drop when dementors are present. Fans will blow on you during quidditch scenes. Enticing smells will be pumped in during feast scenes but don’t worry about feeling hungry because the theater will serve Bertie Botts, treacle tart, drumsticks, butterbeer, chocolate frogs and those tiny little pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Instead of loyalty cups, you get discounts if you wear a Weasley sweater.
im crying
Just think about Young Teddy Lupin finding Tonk’s old Hogwarts uniform and walking up to his gran with the robe on and she has just stares at him because although people say he looks like his father more, she sees more of her daughter in the young boy.
Then the first day of Hogwarts comes and Teddy gets sorted into Hufflepuff and he can’t believe that he got sorted into his dream house no matter what other students say about it. He sends and owl to his gran straight away and a few day later he receives a letter and a package. The letter just says how proud his gran and Harry is of him and how she sent what he asked for.
He opens the package to find his mum’s old uniform, robe, tie and scarf that his Gran kept all these years. He doesn’t mind that it’s faded a bit and it has a few pin holes in from Tonks keeping he badges on it for various bands. In fact, one of them is still there on the front and Teddy refuses to remove it.
He changes into it instantly because wants to have something that always reminds him of the stories he heard about Tonks at school. He looks down and finds a single blue hair. He sends and owl to his gran and asks about the hair and she replies back about how Tonks had it for a short while because it was his grans favourite colour.
Next time he visits his gran for the holidays she has a tear in her eye as teddy walks up in the uniform with short blue hair, just like his mother had years before him.