#harry potter wiki

[the-most-faithful]

Update on the Harry Potter Wiki

I was told that I can't change the images of the characters on the pages, because first we have to vote on which one to put.

For Regulus Black who has an actor who plays him in the sixth film, even if only in photos, the wiki moderators instead decided to ignore him and put a drawing that appears on Pottermore.

Besides being disrespectful towards the actor he doesn't have the slightest sense. Then I asked:

They haven't responded to me yet, (and I don't know if they ever will) but it's really ridiculous, do we have to take a vote to decide whether or not to use the actor who plays the character?

So let's remove all the actors and put the drawings that appear on pottermore. What hypocrisy, we all know why it is done like this, because Regulus is not attractive enough as an actor and so he is ignored using a drawing. This is really disgusting

[ryine]

I'm sorry, WHERE DID I MISS THIS?!?

It's literally on the wiki, did JKR say something stupid again?

[lululuzzz08]

On the wiki it says Sirius was born 1959 and that doesnt really make sense but im going with it anyways 🤷‍♀️

They dont have the same meeting so it doesnt really matter

Also i do love some age difference‼️‼️ idk it adds to it

[the-most-faithful]

Belladoc

BELLADOC= Bellatrix/Caradoc

Will someone finally start talking about this rare ship?

This ship is also present in the wiki

ship tag drop pt. 1:

Continua a leggere

[maispourqouuui]

barty

ok so I would like to preface this by saying I never looked too hard into the timeline

also barty or at least in the little me's mind who watched the Harry Potter movies and read some of the books, he's painted as a character you wouldn't want to hug

but then I just did the math (sources of the dates from the wiki)

and birthdate: 1962

death date: 1995

Lily and James's death date: 1981

Subtract DD from BD he died when he was THIRTY THREE

I thought he was like uhhh 40 something early 40s like 43

And 19 at LaJDD? ?

i started doing math because the wiki says "The 1982 Azkaban escape occurred [...]. At the trial, Bartemius Crouch Snr, Barty's father, was one of the judges. Barty begged his father to set him free, but Crouch Snr felt betrayed by his son and thought he deserved to be punished and imprisoned. He gave his son a life term in Azkaban."

there is so much hurt in that specifically the line in bold.

[cursedmoon-doll13]

Some Kind Of Stranger.

(Sirius x Reader)

Cw: Angst, Smut, Dub/Noncon. Afab reader. Prisoner (also falsely accused) reader and they are having a very bad time™️ Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Comfort Sex in a very uncomfortable place.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Condemned to rot in Azkaban, you find yourself thrown into a cell already inhabited by a particularly infamous wizard. Perhaps you can stave off the torment together…

Dividers by @/saradika

Your life is forfeit.

Until now, the threat of death never seemed real. Not when you were seized by the officials and dragged before the ministry, not when those cold, sneering faces looked down upon you and sentenced you to a life in Azkaban for a crime you didn’t commit. It was a farce, a bad practical joke. It couldn’t be real.

Perhaps you were simply enduring some nightmare; this was only a dream, you’d soon find your coworker, Mildred, shaking you vigorously - wake up, you lazy git! Do you even know what bloody time it is? - And then, you’d wipe the crust from your eyes, pull on your Honeydukes apron and go back to peddling sugar to those titchy new Hogwarts kids, who shrink more and more each year.

No. It’s now that it feels real. Now, you're forced behind rusty iron bars, stranded in the middle of the ocean, trapped forever. All you can hear is the crying and moaning of the other prisoners, who sob and bay like animals. You’re still frozen in shock.

Then, the panic sets in. Sinking and emptying, like a vast hole has opened up in your stomach. But you can’t even scream anymore; it dies in your throat like a broken whistle. Instead you just cry, sliding down to the filthy floor in a pathetic heap. No matter how you plug your ears, the older inmates howl louder, joining in a cacophony that almost deafens you.

After a while, the din thankfully quiets down. Exhausted, you drift off into uneasy sleep for a few hours, until some damp chill startles you again. You feel numb and heavy. For the first time since you came here, you take in your surroundings, though there isn’t much: You’re boxed into a container of rock, packed like a product. In one shadowed corner, there’s a pulpy grey lump stuck to the wall like mould. You blink away the darkness and realise it is a vaguely human shape: one with filthy, matted hair.

He is a man; or the sordid remnants of one.

He’s wearing the same drab, striped clothing as you, though older and rattier and crusted with grime. For a moment, you’re convinced he’s dead. The idea of being locked in with a rotting corpse flashes horrifyingly through your mind. But then, he raises his gloomy head. He must be waking up, too.

“Hello?” You gently call out to him. Your voice echoes around the room. You scrape your knee on the floor as you crawl over, trying to see him better.

Almost immediately, you regret your decision.

This is a mistake. Oh, god, it has to be.

The prisoner sharing your cell is Sirius Black.

That Sirius Black.

Sirius Black, who once fired off a curse that killed twelve muggles before you. Sirius Black, whose gaunt and hollowed cheeks now recall the skeleton you first believed he was. Sirius Black, who’s gazing fixedly at you now, in awe, as if you’re an apparition.

“Hello,” he echoes back, and his voice is so gravelly that he sounds like he’s swallowed a bag full of glass. His eyes are wide and strangely bright.

“I…”

Your throat constricts.

The panic from earlier almost drove you into hysterics. Now, you’re just a deer in the headlights.

He rises, advancing towards you.

“You don’t look like one of them,” Black rasps. You follow his line of sight towards your empty forearm.

“N-no, I’m not a Death Eater!” You cry, and scramble quickly away. Still, you feel the urgent need to clamp a hand down there. It’s as if his gaze burns you.

“I’m Innocent! I didn’t do it, I swear, I… I… ”

But you’re choked up with tears again. Now the dam is breached, and you can’t staunch the flow. You were so sullen and distant before the actual judges, but as you’re confronted with death at the hands of a possible madman, you’re desperate to prove yourself. It’s all completely pointless, but you can’t help it. You felt it when you failed your N.E.W.T’s, too. The weight of inevitability; the realisation that a door had slammed permanently shut on your life.

You’re so beside yourself, you don’t register how close Black has gotten. Now, you can feel his warm breath tickling your ear, almost pleasantly. But then you flinch, as images of brute, bloody violence force themselves into your head. All you know of this man is that he’s a ruthless killer, that’s he’s…

“Not going to hurt you,” Black tells you. He’s backed you into a wedge in the stone, with nowhere else to turn to but him. You feel like a cornered animal.

“Don’t cry, now,” he says quietly. A bony, shaking knuckle comes to wipe the wetness from your cheek. “If you are Innocent, don’t you forget. It helps not to.”

Don’t Forget… Black’s words solidify in your mind. You swallow down a lump. The scrape on your knee is beginning to sting painfully. You realise it’s bleeding.

“Wouldn’t do to catch an infection here, eh?” He quips. Black clumps together the cleanest strip of cloth he has and dabs at your weeping knee.

You blink owlishly. It’s so starkly conversational, it sounds like it came from an entirely different man.

“Um… No. No.” You sniff and rub your eye; it smarts. “You’re right, It really wouldn’t do.” You glance sheepishly back up at his pale face.

“…Thankyou,” you sigh, and you mean it.

For a brief second, this encounter feels precious. Without realising it, you’ve relaxed so much tension in your tired body. Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation you’ve found yourself in hits you like a ton of bricks. How could you have ever imagined you’d be comforted by a convicted murderer? He’s bent forward, staring intently at you, as if he’s trying to read your thoughts. A little too intently.

Black’s tattered shirt gapes open like a wound, and your gaze dips instinctively downward, tracing black-inked, swirling tattoos. His bare chest is coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Black’s hand brushes momentarily against yours, and you hurry to pry your wandering eyes away.

It’s no use, though, because he’s rather caught on. You believe you half-fantasise the ghost of a cheeky smile, twitching beneath his rugged whiskers.

He would’ve been handsome, once. He still is.

“Tell me your name,” Black murmurs, and licks his cracked lips. “I want to know.”

You tell him. He nods faintly, and draws closer.

Black’s grey eyes are half-lidded. He’s leaning flush against you now, breathing huskily, almost clinging to you, like he can’t bear to be apart from your heat. Maybe you’ve already lost the plot - after barely a day here - but the anguished, far-away longing in his expression makes your heart pang.

Eleven years ago now, it must’ve been…

A shrill, unwelcome noise cuts through the silence. Outside, another inmate is shrieking.

Then, the nightmare truly begins: an eerie rattle dragging across the air, knife-sharp, closing in, as certain as death. You realise immediately that it is the Dementors - your prison guards- even without seeing them. You feel them, cold like a sheet of ice, crushing you, inescapable.

You shift, darting your eyes around your cell; you must think of something, anything else.

Your distraction comes in a rush of warmth, cocooning you in a grimy coat. Black has caged you into his arms, and will not budge.

“Stay here with me,” he breathes. His voice is raw and hoarse, pleading: “Just for one moment…”

He shudders violently, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. Black squeezes you so tightly, so desperately, you feel like you’re suffocating.

“Sirius,” you croak out a protest. “Wait, let me go.”

The sound of his own name jolts him out of his panic, but his grip on you remains unrelenting. Sirius turns a sharp glare on you that makes you shiver.

Before, his gaze was fond, almost gentle, but now there’s a hungry glint in his eyes. It reminds you of the starving, feral dogs that roam the outskirts of Hogsmeade, the ones that’d rip your throat out for a mere scrap of meat. No, he may not have tried to kill you, but that doesn’t mean you should’ve let your guard down. You’re powerless to stop him now.

“Don’t leave, don’t you dare leave me,” he’s chanting through dirty, gritted teeth.

“I’m not going to leave, Sirius,” you muster. “I’ll stay, I’ll stay here with you…” The words seem to pacify him a little, and he softens his touch once more. You see again the sad, forlorn expression, and pity floods your heart. He’s a hurt man. A lonely man…

Another frigid spike of mental agony is driven through you, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You no longer have the willpower to resist. He’s so warm, his body wrapped around you like a protective blanket. You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat underneath his striped shirt, pounding like a drum.

“Help…” He sounds so lost, feverish. “…Stave it off.”

You find yourself nodding, pressing yourself closer to him. He’s right. It hurts you, too, the Dementors’ presence. All you have now is each other. Sirius strokes a clammy hand over your tear-stained cheek, lifts your chin and kisses you. His lips taste salty and bitter, and your teeth clash together clumsily with the urgency of it. You rush to hook your arms around his neck, fingers raking across knots and tangles in his dark, unkempt hair.

Sirius groans heavily into your mouth, bucking his hips. He’s so malnourished you can feel the harsh angle of his pelvic bone jut against you. Something else, hard, twitches fervently over your thigh. He tightens his hold on you before you can react, grasping your thighs and grinding powerfully over your still clothed cunt. You whimper as his heat radiates into you. Sirius doesn’t stop, panting frantically. Maybe he can’t stop. He’s trapped you between himself and the cold, hard stone, and you start to crave friction and relief from him. Something you can focus on that isn’t discomfort or pain. But you’re completely at his mercy in this position, and can only rub your clit wantonly against the throbbing outline of his dick. A low, pleased grumble resounds in his throat, almost canine.

Sirius paws at the confines of your inmate’s rags, and without warning, he forcefully disrobes you. You gasp as a freezing gust of air pimples gooseflesh on your exposed skin, but he’s on you just as fast, You cling instinctively onto his jacket as he hoists you onto his waiting lap. He latches onto your throat with a greedy bite, sucking ravenous hickies down to your collarbone. Sirius rolls a hot tongue over your hardened nipple, and you tug again at his tangled locks as he grazes tantalisingly over it with his teeth.

His hands are everywhere, movements once well-practised, natural, stirred into a lustful frenzy. One comes to pinch at your other nipple, another is slipping past your stomach, down in between your thighs where you’re needy and slick. You can’t help the moan that escapes past your lips as the pad of his thumb circles over your sensitive clit.

For a small, blissful moment, you rock into his palm as he holds you, stifling your mewls into his shoulder as he massages the bundle of nerves there. Oh, fuck, you need him, as much as you need air to breathe. If you shut your eyes, you can almost pretend that you weren’t here; that you are joyful and unfettered, making love to a free man.

“Mm, Sirius!”

Sirius curls another long finger into your wet slit, and you could swear the glint in his eye is smugly satisfied. He pumps mercilessly into your pussy, not sparing your clit from his attention, and it isn’t long before you feel a thrill rippling up your spine; tight, warm pressure building in your abdomen.

But then he seems to grow antsy and impatient. You whine as he pulls his hand away, but he hushes you, pressing a consoling kiss to your temple. The lucid side to him, the one that still cares for your comfort, provides you with his coat to rest your head on. You lie down, shuddering as the frigid air assaults you again. You grab at his rags as he quickly undresses. He’s taking too long, too long…

Sirius drags down the waistband of his slacks and releases the straining hardness of his cock. It’s erect and veiny, leaking precum from an enraged tip.

He’s left you so soaked that he meets no resistance as he buries himself deep into your ready cunt. You groan as you adjust to the girth of him, stretching your gummy walls. Sirius grunts, clutching your thighs so tightly his nails leave indents on the tender flesh. Sweat is pouring down his forehead in rivulets, and you reach up to brush damp hair away from his haggard face. It occurs to you faintly that maybe after such deprivation, this much sensation is overwhelming him. That notion is swiftly dashed as he stutters his hips jerkily into yours, and you squeak out a moan as your nerves jolt with pleasure. You clamp your legs down over his waist, rocking back into him with all the force you can muster.

Sirius is picking up pace faster and faster; he’s had enough of being attentive. He braces you against the thin material of his coat and begins fucking you in earnest, and his rough, sloppy thrusts knock the breath clean out of you. The impact of skin on skin echoes around your cell, drowning out the screams of agony from outside. You arch into him, clawing meagrely onto his biceps for purchase as your shoulder blades burn across the ground.

Sirius growls and grips the back of your neck, lifting you up to pull you into a hungry kiss. His free hand slips down to ruthlessly tease your clit again, and the inescapable power of his body dumbs your senses. It’s a mercy: now all you can feel is him, all you can think of is… The taut razor wire in your belly is threatening to snap. You’re so close now, and it’s like he can taste it, muffling your cries with his tongue as he buckles down and pounds into you.

Then it all breaks, a flash of heat rippling through you like an electric shock. The force of your climax is so strong that you instinctively writhe away from him, but Sirius holds you firmly down and only fucks you harder as you come, rumbling with satisfaction as you spasm and clench uncontrollably around his dick. You can barely comprehend how his movements are faltering, growing increasingly messy and desperate…

Sirius groans hoarsely before he drags himself out of you. His cum splashes over your still twitching stomach in a thick, white rope. He slumps, shuddering out a jagged sigh. Your orgasm lathers over you until it tapers off into a pleasant buzz. For a while, all you can hear is your intermingling breaths, panting in sync. Now that he’s pulled out, you feel strangely hollow and empty inside.

Uncaring of your still sticky belly, Sirius heaves his sweaty body on top of you and smothers you like a blanket. You only wish he could clog your senses, too, so that this reality could fade away. Seeking sanctuary in his warmth, you press your eyes shut and resolve to fall asleep and dream of better days.

Your life is forfeit. Now you will exist without sun, without moon, without food or water. Someday you may forget your own name.

But you will have this. You will have this.

[eemoo1o-potteroo]

Wasn’t there once, like, a rumour – unconfirmed, lightly but conventionally speculated – that the twins’ wands were made from Dogwood due to the official description of the wood’s nature? But Fred and George’s wands look different (at least in the movies and movie-based collectibles), and while I think it would be a bit poetic for their wands to look identical – same length, structure, wood – but their cores being quite different, but that’s just evidently not the case. Perhaps the opposite is true?

[everythingismadeofchaos]

Boy I sure hope JK Rowling's mold wall has an entry on the Harry Potter wiki. All the Harry Potter wikis

[no-time-for-your-stupid]

Arguing with my mom about Harry Potter is so funny ‘cause she always argues that I didn’t read the books (I read through goblet of fire) and that all of my info comes from fanfic (when she was aware of my involvement in fandom, I wasn’t reading for Harry Potter)

And I’m like bitch, I read the wiki and pottermore, you read the books. I promise you I know more about these characters (the mauradurs) than you do!

[drachenwiki]

What got you interested in dragons?

I'mnot exactly sure. I've been interested in both real and fantastic creatures since my childhood, one of my earliest obsessions that I remember was dinosaurs (and it still is). I remember drawing mythical creatures fromvery early on. Later I got into fantasy books like The Hobbit, Eragon and Harry Potter and games like Age of Mythology.

As for dragons specifically, the Dragonology books surely played a big part. As a young teenager, I tried to write an encyclopedia about mythical creatures, and Dragonology influenced me to make it into something speculative biology like. When I found dragons wiki, which had only two articles back then, I started to add all of my gathered information to it and researching about dragons more than other creatures became a natural progression from there.

[avengerscountrybumpkin]

Why couldn't Lily or James have been the Secret Keeper. Is there a clause that says they can't? They never would have given up the information, because it's their safety on the line. I don't know, but this has bothered me for years.

[pikmina]

Aquí tienen el enlace a la wiki de notion donde podrán ver las herramientas del sistema. Estaré actualizando toda la semana para que puedan tener las herramientas de hechizos y razas para sus foros :) Déjame saber si te ha gustado!

[fineimfaith]

"hey fallon how'd you break your tooth"

fallon: uhh

fallon: don't worry about it

[ct-offical-sexyman]

I’m curious where the fuck my mum and Nan get their info from cuz they were trying to tell me that JKR was donating to help trans causes during lunch the other day when she’s literally doing the exact opposite

[bloomsburry-dhazel]

The Celestial Witch is out!

TITLE: THE CELESTIAL WITCH

RATED: T

SUMMARY: Hermione Granger dies during the Third Wizarding War and a bored Random Omniscient Being gives her another chance to do it all over again with a gift called the Gamer and a Celestial Console Command to change the world. Solely for the ROB's entertainment ofcourse.. Gamer! Hermione (HP/Gamer/Celestials)

LINKS: AO3 --FFNET -- SPACEBATTLES -- QQ

[the-most-faithful]

The Harry Potter Wiki is hypocritical

One thing I really don't understand is how they choose the images in the Harry Potter Wiki. Those that claim to be canon and then for some characters use fanart by imposing them on others.

You know that I like fancasts and I admire the effort that goes into finding actors who lend their faces to the characters we love but hell really Regulus in the canon (he has an actor in the films) is certainly not canonically good looking, but what's the point of putting this there? A drawing?

What's the point of putting photos of Lily and James' actors (clearly out of age since the first film) and then using fanart for other characters?

This pisses me off. Also because let's compare for a moment

Marlene Fanart e Canonic actress Are they the same?

Prewett?

Dorcas that we don't even know who is in the photo?

And this?

This is NOT canon Caradoc Dearborn (apart from the fact that for years many thought that in the illustration by Owen Davey Caradoc was him)

but this illustration is NOT canon. It's an interpretation by an (absolutely respectable) artist but what's the point of importing it into the wiki and forbidding everyone from removing it? On what basis is the design chosen? What do administrators like most? Do we rely on the actors who appear in the films? Well then we do it with everyone, whether they respect their age or not, whether they are attractive or not and for those who have never appeared we don't put images. This middle ground only creates confusion. But I know, this complaint of mine will remain unheard