#dumbledore army

[maxdibert]

Cho and Harry were two people who just didn’t understand each other, and that’s okay. Harry had zero empathy for her, but it’s normal to have no freaking clue how to handle these kinds of situations when you’re 15. He was a kid, it was his first date, and clearly, he was kind of an ass—but it doesn’t really matter because we all understand that he didn’t have bad intentions, he was just a bit clueless, like most people his age when they first start dating.

The thing is, defending Harry doesn’t require being a misogynistic piece of shit and attacking Cho. And honestly, I feel absolutely disgusted when I see hate posts about Cho, especially when that hate comes from women. Like, what the hell is wrong with these people?

Cho Chang lost her first boyfriend at 16. She had to confront the trauma of his murder, go back to school, and try to rebuild her life—without anyone even giving her a damn therapist. She hoped she could share that trauma with Harry since he was the last person to see Cedric alive, but it turned out that Harry deals with his shit in a completely avoidant way, which didn’t help her at all.

She had moments of jealousy like any teenage girl, she had emotional instability like any human being who has just gone through a horrible trauma, and no, she didn’t betray the DA—she was loyal to her friend. Because yes, Marietta Edgecombe screwed up, but when your friends mess up, you support them and defend them no matter what.

What Cho showed wasn’t that she was a traitor, but that Marietta mattered more to her than any of the random people in the DA—because Marietta was her friend, period. And attacking her for that is just attacking women for having feelings and caring about their female friends, and honestly, that’s pure misogyny. You should be fucking ashamed.

[nuninho2000]

what' your thoughts on harry/cho?

The reason why Cho came into the picture was to show why Ginny was ‘ideal’ for Harry.

Harry liked Cho because she was pretty and small, had freckled face, seemed to be fun (she grinned when Oliver scolded Harry for being too gentleman-ly toward her during quidditch match), enjoyed quidditch and was friendly toward him.

Ginny was pretty and small, had freckled face, shared the same sense of humor with Harry, enjoyed quidditch and, after she got over her Harry-was-too-good-for-me-phase, she was also fun and friendly toward Harry.

Harry did not know what to do with grieving Cho. She was the type who would reach for someone for support. Harry, grew up as orphan with his bully cousin and abusive aunt and uncle, was not the type who would patiently hold her hands, wipe her tears and listen to her rambling for hours about the dead ex-boyfriend.

Ginny, who must have been shaken badly due to her mind-rape experience courtesy of Tom Riddle, sorted her PTSD without Harry’s help. If anything, she tried to be strong on her own.

Cho was jealous of Hermione. Harry loved Hermione very much, she was his bestfriend. It’s not easy to accept your straight-boyfriend has female best friend. Hell lots of readers could not accept they’re just best friends.

Ginny loved Hermione like a sister. Instead of being jealous of her, she confided in Hermione and took her advice by heart.

Cho’s defending Marietta was seen by Harry, in true Gryffindor manner, as misplaced loyalty. Harry could not excuse any form of betrayal. But Cho’s a Ravenclaw, she defended Marietta less for her being Cho’s friend and more because she had logical reason to tell on DA to Umbridge (Marietta’s mom worked for the Ministry).

Ginny hexed Percy for ‘betraying’ the family and (along with Harry) defended Hagrid’s questionable skill as teacher because he was her friend. For Harry, whose parents died because their best friend sold them to Voldemort, loyalty to family, friends and comrades was something he valued most.

Ginny and Harry were both strong. They shared common interests and humors and values. They’re both family-oriented and fiercely loyal.

Also it’s not easy to be with someone who would risk his life everytime he saw someone, even his enemy, was in danger. Ginny did not only accept it about Harry, she loved him for it.

[weasleydailyprophet]

During practice time with Dumbledore Army, Ron yelled and danced happily like a 5 years old boy after he disarmed Hermione trice. That made her giggled softly because her future husband was so adorable for acting like that.

[hp-confessions]

Harry Potter characters and moments in Beatles songs :

Harry throughout the 7 books ⏩ "Help!" + " In My Life" + "Julia" + " Let it Be" + " Across The Universe" + " Don't Bother Me" + " Birthday"

Albus Dumbledore life story and love for Gellert Grindelwald ⏩ " You've Got to Hide Your Love Away "

Ron fellings towards Hermione ⏩ " Here There and Everywhere" + " No Reply" + "Lovely Rita" + " We Can Work it Out" + " Run for Your Life"

Remus Lupin throughout his lonely life ⏩ " Nowhere Man"

Sirius remembering his happy days with his friends and love ones ⏩ " Strawberry Fields Forever"

James fellings towards Lily ⏩ " I'm a Loser" + " Something" + " Eight Days a Week"

Bill and Fleur relationship ⏩ " Michelle" + " I Saw Her Standing There" + "Girl"

Hermione fellings for Ron " I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" + " You Won't See Me" + " Think for Yourself" + " If I Needed Someone"

Ginny crush and love towards Harry ⏩ " All My Loving" + " Wait" + " Any Time at All"

Harry love for Ginny and missing her ⏩ " And I Love Her" + " If I Fell" + " I Feel Fine"

Tonks love for Remus ⏩ " Oh! Darling"

James and Sirius friendship ⏩ " Two of Us"

Neville Longbottom ⏩ " Getting Better"

Harry, Ron and Hermione friendship and life in Hogwarts ⏩ " With a Little Help from My Friends" + " A Day in the Life"

Luna Lovegood ⏩ " Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds "

DA formation ⏩ " Revolution"

The Burrow life ⏩ " Good Morning Good Morning" + " God Day Sunshine" + " Here Comes the Sun"

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[yesluuh]

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[akyah]

Hi I’m once again looking for a fanfiction I read once and can’t seem to find again. Here are some things I remember from it

SPOILERS IF HAVENT READ

-it was longer like over 30 chapters I believe

-it was centered in golden trio 7th year but wasn’t about them

-it was about Seamus,Ginny,Neville, and Luna and they were restarting the DA

-in at least one chapter Seamus was tortured for information by the carrows

-they tricked the carrows by pretending to use a mutalation curse on rabbits by using color changing spell

-Seamus stood up to carrows in great hall and was punished for it

-anyone who went against carrows was brought to detention where Cruciatus used on them

[toorumlk]

silver and gold!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

it's 11 in the morning and i'm once again seething that harry potter didn't become a professor!!!!!!!!

[fafodill]

Does Snape like us? If not (because I have a feeling he is not) but what IF we give him coffee?

Nay. Deranged!

I started that first drawing to participate to this awesome Snapedom appreciation post (reading the reblogs made me so happy) but this ask gave me the kick I needed to finish it! I love ya'll guys~

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[hpseeker99]

Neville: Which one of you was going to tell me that tea tastes different if you put it in hot water? Ron: Y-You were putting it in cold water? Ginny: Neville. Answer the question Neville. Neville: Yeah? I thought for like 5 years that people just put it in hot water to speed up the tea-ification process, didn’t realize there was an actual reason. You think I have the patience to boil water? Ginny: You don't have the patience to microwave water for 3 minutes? Ron: Why are you, putting it in the microwave to boil it?! Ginny: Do you think I have the patience to boil water on the stove? Ron: It 👏🏻 TAKES👏🏻 LESS THAN A 👏🏻 MINUTE Ginny: Bestie is your stovetop powered by the fucking sun?? Ron: How long does it take you to boil a cup of water on the stove? Ginny: Like seven minutes Ron: Just stick the mug on top of the stove on medium heat and it boils in like two minutes… less than that is you use a saucepan… Ginny: [crying] You’re putting the whole mug on the stove?? On medium heat?? Your stove is enchanted Hermione: Every single person here is a fucking lunatic. Harry: Do none of you own a fucking kettle?

[halfblooddprincess]

⋆˙⟡ in the room of requirement

harry potter x fem reader fluff

synopsis: harry catches you decorating the room of requirement for christmas before a da meeting and the two of you get to talking

notes: i know this isn’t seasonal, i just couldn’t stop thinking about this idea !! this is just mutual crushing, nothing special, but i was in the mood for something wholesome

“You could have just asked Dobby to do that, you know.”

You’d just begun attaching the last of your handmade paper chains to one of the many book- strewn shelves of the room of requirement, when you hear a familiar voice behind you. The sound of it causes you to start, losing concentration on the levitating charm you’d been in the midst of casting, and dropping the red and gold chain of interlocked paper to the floor at your feet.

“Oh! Harry!” You flush, suddenly, turning around to face him. “It’s all Hermione’s S.P.E.W stuff, I’ve started to feel bad for the house elves. I’d hate to ask them to do anything else.” You laugh, as Harry reaches to pick up the paper chain his interruption had caused to fall.

Harry smiles back at you, the first smile you’d seen him crack in weeks. It’d begun to seem like the only time he wasn’t walking around, crushed beneath the weight of all else that had happened the year before was during the DA meetings. He’s looking down at the decoration he’s picked up, expression faintly amused, as he goes to hand it back over. Reaching to retrieve it from him, you suddenly notice the white glint from Umbridge’s scar, shiny and fresh on the back of his hand, the words I must not tell lies branded into his skin like it had been carved by a knife.

He notices you looking, “Oh. It’s getting better now.” He says, quickly, dropping his (now free) hand, awkwardly, into one of his robe pockets, glancing away with a determined effort not to meet your eyes. You can’t help but feel some sense of deep rage over the injustice of it all, the terrible grievance that is Umbridge’s new form of barbaric punishment.

“She’s a miserable old bat.” You spit, immediately in response, summoning another small smile from Harry, who’s now pretending to be deeply absorbed in the multitude of decorations you’ve put up around the room. To avoid the silence deepening into complete awkwardness, you continue, with much less ferocity “I know the house elves could’ve done a better job… but I thought we all needed some festive cheer… and… well…”

You’re feeling rather bashful now, your attempt to instil the festive cheer you just spoke of into the tragedy- struck members of the defence group seeming rather trivial in the face of all that threatens you from outside, and all the reasons Dumbledore’s Army was even set up in the first place. “It’s silly…” You continue, but before you can continue admonishing yourself for even thinking this would be a good idea, Harry’s interrupted.

“No! It’s… nice, really thoughtful, Y\N.”

“You think?” You reply, expecting his compliment to alleviate the blush in your cheeks, result of what you assumed was your own embarrassment. Instead, it only seems to extrapolate, like your pinkness had been hit by the Gemino curse, multiplying rapidly, until your entire face feels lit by fire. You turn around in an attempt to conceal it, focussing all your conceivable attention on levitating the paper chain back to where you’d been intending on hanging it. A muttered incantation later, and you’ve managed to sling it perfectly above a series of books titled: An Intermediate Guide To Defensive Jinxes. Doing that, though, has removed your final port of distraction, and you’re forced to acknowledge Harry’s presence once again, and confront the burning in your cheeks.

You attempt to fill the silence with speech once again.

“I was-” You start, just to realise, at just the same moment, Harry has begun to speak in turn, voices clashing rather calamitously.

“Oh, um, sorry,” Harry says, “What were you going to say?”

“Nothing important,” You reply, “You go first.”

You notice, as you turn to face him, that Harry’s own cheeks are a rather similar shade of slight pink.

“I was just saying, seeing as it’s the end of term, there’s no point starting anything new.” You nod along, silently, though his words feel as if they’re sliding through one ear and right out the other, distracted as you are by the way in which Harry’s typically messy hair has ruffled up rather charmingly at the back, and is falling over his forest-y green eyes in a effortlessly charming manner. “I was thinking of practicing patronuses, again.”

You smile, in an agreeable sort of way, though you care very little what you practice, as long as it's Harry that’s teaching you it.

“Yours was great, last time, though,” He continues, and you feel the unmistakable feeling of colour returning to your cheeks, before it had even had time to leave.

“Well, I have a great teacher, what can I say?” You reply, busying yourself by readjusting a paper crown you’d tossed upon the head of one of the dummies. This one has a rather humorous caricature of the school’s caretaker, Filch, spell-o-taped to the front, courtesy of one of the twins, no doubt.

You hear Harry’s footsteps as he approaches from behind you, once again, and your shoulders instantly tense. He examines the hat (you’d cut it from a snowflake- patterned piece of card, and it had ended up the slightest bit misshapen and wonky) as you can hear his sweet-as-pumpkin juice laugh. He’d hardly smiled, let alone laughed for weeks. It strikes you, really, as slightly odd that you’d noticed. Just as you’d noticed, from across the great hall, when he’d caught your own eyes, how green his were, or how patient he’d been with one of the shy second years who’d found it nearly impossible to disarm his fourth year partner when they’d been on their third week of practicing expelliarmus.

You wonder, vaguely, if he’d ever noticed you in such a way.

“Y/N,” He says, and you can’t help but notice the flip your stomach does, “You’re a really great student, I mean, your impediment jinx was nearly flawless, and you’ve really gotten excellent at disarming.”

The compliments unleash what feels like a swarm of manic Cornish Pixies in your chest, fluttering feverishly around in circles inside your ribcage.

“Oh… it’s just… practice.” You say, trying to maintain modesty as you walk over to adjust the holly wreath you’ve tied to the back of the door, heart fluttering extraordinarily at the praise. You notice, once again, Harry’s following you. Is he doing this on purpose? You try, surprised at your success, to keep your composure as he continues his slue of praise.

“And… I saw you in charms, the other day.” He says, and you realise, with a lurch of wild excitement, that he’s apparently noticed you, just as you’ve noticed him across the course of the last few weeks. “Your cheering charm was… really good.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” you reply, now adjusting another of the paper chains with your wand, moving it from the top shelf of the nearest bookshelf to the one below, allowing it to rest beneath a collection of books on dangerous and dark creatures. This chain is an emerald green, covered in tiny silver stars. “Yours was… great, too.” You know that’s a lie, you’d seen his disastrous attempt yourself, and you’d later overheard Hermione laughing with Ginny about how Ron (on whom Harry had performed the charm) had ended up in the hospital wing, having laughed his way into a nosebleed, courtesy of Harry’s overenthusiastic wand waving.

He laughs again, reaching for a bauble that had fallen from a nearby shelf, and replacing it, as he says, “It was terrible. But thanks.”

“Okay. It was. But nobody’s better than you at Defence Against The Dark Arts. I’ve never been able to produce a patronus as clear as yours.” You pause, momentarily, wondering if continuing with what you plan to say next would be overstepping, “It’s a stag, right?”

“Yeah. It is.” He says, seemingly surprised you remember, before continuing, “It’s not as hard as it looks, though, not really. It’s all about the memory, the happier, the better.” His speech has an endearing similarity to that of his teaching style. He sounds almost as if he’s about to launch into a new lesson.

“Oh yeah?” You say, searching about the room for another decoration to fix or adjust, simply so you can avoid looking at Harry. “What do you think about, then?”

There’s a momentary pause, and when you look up, Harry’s paused mid step, looking suddenly shy. You raise your eyebrows, instinctively.

“Oh… um… Quidditch!” He replies, quickly, a little too quickly, you think. “Yeah, um, winning the quidditch cup at the end of Third Year.”

“Ah.” You say, “Well, I’ve never exactly won the Quidditch cup… maybe that’s the key to a perfect patronus. I’ll try to get around to that sometime soon.”

Harry laughs, slightly reticently, at your joke, slipping quickly into another topic, keen, for some unknown reason, to change the subject. “Are you going to visit Hogsmeade tomorrow? Last trip of term, and all.”

You shrug, in a carefree way, wondering why he’s even bothering to ask. He’d be going with Ron and Hermione, surely? You’d seen the three of them enjoying a butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks together on enough occasions to assume they made a routine of it. “I was thinking I might. I was going to pick up a few sweets from Honeydukes, Christmas presents for the family and stuff.”

“Sounds like fun.” He replies, casually, and you feel almost as if there’s something more he’s looking to say.

“Why? Are you not going?” You ask, realising you’ve been standing still in place, a mere foot away from Harry for the better part of two minutes as your conversation unfolded. You suddenly become very aware of yourself, and of Harry, far too close for comfort.

“Well… maybe. I mean, Ron’s got quidditch practice… and I’m… you know.” Banned, you remember. Another reason to despise Umbridge. “And Hermione’s saying she needs to stay here and study… so…”

“So you’ve got nobody to go with?”

“No! Well… I don’t know. I’m sure I could convince Hermione to come-”

All at once, with alarming clarity, a fully fledged, fully formed idea flashes into your mind. A perfect, dreamy, completely blush inducing idea.

“You can go with me, if you’d like.” The offer slips past your lips before you have time to stop it. You almost instantly regret it. Despite how dreamy the idea feels, you’re not exactly close with Harry, and besides sharing classes over the years, had barely interacted externally to the DA. Why would he ever want to go with you? He has his own friends, his own things to do, things that were probably far more important than a trip into Hogsmeade.

Harry, though, you notice, is fighting back a smile. He’s blushing, too, as he says, “Well… um. Yeah! That’d be nice. Only if it’s not too much trouble for you.”

“No! No trouble at all, it’ll be-”

But before you can finish your sentence, the room of requirement’s door opens, and a group of DA members scurry excitedly inside. Interruption aside, you’re grinning from ear to ear, mood instantly skyrocketing to a happiness beyond comprehension. Busy with his teaching, you and Harry don’t get a chance to revisit the delightful conversation. You notice, though, as the lesson progresses, glittering blue patronuses are hovering all around, dancing through the air like material daydreams, Harry Potter does not stop smiling.

[kaitlinamberxo]

“You're just as sane as I am.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 57/100: Luna Lovegood

[starchaserdreams]

I want to start a club called the Anti-Dumbledore Army, who's with me?

[thetaxicabber]

Chapter 18 art for Voyagers of Time and Shadow! 

This amazing art by @giselsann-opencommissions I'm so excited to continue getting art for this series! If you've read it let me know which scenes you'd like to see! :) 

Here's an excerpt from this chapter!

“Oh,” the man tuts softly. “You don’t know Potter as I do, Bellatrix. He has a great weakness. For heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.”

“I know Sirius is here. I know you’ve got him!”

“It’s time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter,” the man bites out. he's starting to sound annoyed. “Now give me the prophecy or we start using wands.”

At that threat Evie shifts herself in front of Harry, settling a glare at the leader. Hermione breathes in sharply from her other side, and Evie knows she is filling the gap Evie left behind so there are no openings in their defense.

Evie doesn’t feel any panic or fear. She feels only the coolness of battle settling over her. It’s a feeling she’d been longing for. Evie is ready to see what the Death Eaters are made of.

“What’s this?” The man steps back, holding a hand up in a vague gesture. He’s dressed in the same sweeping black robes as most of the others. Apparently, the Death Eaters coordinate their clothing. She wishes to crack that joke to Sebastian but keeps her face stony. “You let a girl fight your battles for you, Potter?”

“Your threats are weak,” Evie lets her eyes flick to each masked Death Eater. Her voice sounds as bored as a student in History of Magic. “Now if I were to threaten you, it would go more like...back off before I make you. Before I incinerate you with a spell none of you can comprehend. You’re all out of your league here. If you value your lives you’ll back off!” She furthers her point with her wand, raising it slightly.

[crackishincorrecthp]

Harry, to the DA: Alright, listen up you little shits! Harry: Not you, Luna. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here

[yesluuh]

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