Me: Fred Weasley? What an annoying jerk! I hate him, I- *trips* *thousands of pictures of Fred Weasley spill from my pockets* Fuck, those aren’t mine I swear, I’m just holding them for a friend I- *slips on a pile of pictures* Fuck, no, they’re not mine, I hate him I’m just- *more pictures fall out as I fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* Hang on a sec, jUST LISTEN-
i wonder if there will ever be a day where i can ask myself “who am i?” without then immediately wondering if i can condemn this man to slavery. pretend i do not feel his agony. this innocent who bears my face, who goes to judgement in my place
it is always hilarious to me that hermione managed to go 7 books with a reputation as a goody two shoes. all the school rules she’s broken…heck all the international wizarding laws she’s violated….kept a person in a jar for a year
I’m not sure what’s funnier. The fact that in HBP Harry’s thought process goes “Hmm. Draco’s ignoring me. He must be a Death Eater now. Nothing less than a secret deadly mission from Voldemort himself could be more important than our rivalry.”
Ah yes…October…a time for bonfires, cozy sweaters, Hocus Pocus, carving pumpkins & wearing black to mourn the premature deaths of James and Lily Potter
…hey Harry Potter fans, we’re all in agreement that Dumbledore brought the Philosopher’s Stone to Hogwarts in Harry’s first year as a test to see whether Voldemort was paying attention and what sort of state he was in, now that Dumbledore’s chosen champion was old enough to hold a wand, right?
Like, Harry learns what magic is and it’s time to start moving towards the full and final destruction of Tom Riddle Junior, so Dumbledore has a chat with his long-time alchemy friend who’s been keeping this thing safe for literally six centuries straight, and ‘borrows’ the easiest source of immortality he can find as bait for a trap to lure Voldemort out into the open so Dumbledore can get the lay of the land to prep for the next seven years. This is canon, right?
booty shorts that say “i took my love, i took it down. climbed a mountain and i turned around. and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills til the landslide brought me down. oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? can the child within my heart rise above? can i sail through the changin' ocean tides? can i handle the seasons of my life? well, i’ve been afraid of changing cause i’ve built my life around you. but time makes you bolder, even children get older, and i’m gettin' older, too” on the ass