#philosopher's stone

[magicaloxford]

Oxford’s Christ Church College not only resembles Hogwarts because it inspired some of the movie sets, but also because it once had a professor obsessed with finding the philosopher’s stone 🔮!

☆*: .instagram.:*☆

[strangerwinden]

#six moods

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Behind the Scenes (October 2000)

[hxuse-xf-black]

[When Harry wakes up after passing out at the end of Philosopher's Stone] Hermione: We thought you were dead! Harry: If only.

[smilingformoney]

every snape moment ever: philosopher’s stone (12/28)

[kalirush]

Just finished my daughter's birthday cake! It's red velvet with strawberry filling, strawberry buttercream, and milk chocolate ganache.

[inlovewithlightwood]

I was scrolling in tiktok through ron and harry hashtag bc I've missed them and I'm just so mad. I saw people in the comments saying that they don't like ron because he is selfish and doesn't care about Harry's trauma or he is always jealous of Harry and I'm like wtf. Like Ron is so sweet and he cares so much about Harry. He didn't want him to live in that horrible house so he always invited him to his house and never took no as an answer. He even flew a car to get him out of there. He hasn't ever been jealous of him, not for money and not for fame. In gof he was mad at Harry because he thought he didn't trust him enough to tell him he put his name in the goblet and he was sad he did it without him. In ofp he defends Harry and he tries to distract him from the gossip about him. He didn't even know that harry was in love with Ginny but still when they kissed he wasn't mad at Harry. He was shocked and ofc he didn't like seeing them snogging but he smiled when Harry and Ginny kissed for the first time even though his worst fear was to be second to his siblings. Harry was his friend. He was the first person to notice him and value him for who he is and not for who his brothers are. He could have been mad at Harry but he wasn't. He was glad that they were happy together so he ignored his insecurities. That is the exact opposite of being selfish. Besides he never left Harry's side. He always helped him and even when everybody hated him he still supported him.

Ron was the best friend Harry could have picked and I hate people that say otherwise

[potterwatchsblog]

Today 63 Years Ago On 10th March 1960:- Remus John Lupin Was Born 🎂

Facts About Remus Lupin:-

First:- He Was The Best Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Second:- He Was Turned Into A Werewolf Out Of Revenge.

Third:- Remus Lupin Hated His Patronus.

Fourth:- Remus Lupin Was Awarded The Order Of Merlin, First Class.

Note:- He Was The Third Person To Take Lord Voldemort's Name Openly. (First Was Albus Dumbledore And Other Was Harry.)

Happy Birthday Remus John Lupin ❤️🎂

[sawiet]

i'm amused by this tendency to blame harry for not shaking draco's hand in freshman year. i love draco, but then he acted like a little shit and harry was cool for standing up for his boundaries and maintaining critical thinking. draco could have thought about his behavior and changed but he just chose to be a jerk from here on out 😹😹 (and it's great for their dynamic. draco needs someone who won't pander to him and can stop him in time).

[favorite-characters]

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

Daniel Radcliffe as ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ × Emma Watson as ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ × Rupert Grint as ʀᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴀsʟᴇʏ (dir. Chris Columbus • 2001)

[diana-bookfairchild]

“‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy – ” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.

Sirius, James and Severus in The Deathly Hallows.

“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.” He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

Harry, Ron and Draco in The Philosopher's Stone.

The parallels between Harry and Sirius are both beautiful and heartbreaking. As are the differences.

[natsukijun07]

ロン・ウィーズリー

Ron Weasley in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

ハリー・ポッター賢者の石のロン・ウィーズリー。

[strangerwinden]

#baby pics

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Behind the Scenes (October 2000)

[upennmanuscripts]

It's #RainsfordDay! Ms. Codex 1665 is an Alchemical Compendium with sections on the philosopher's stone, the transmutation of metal, creating artificial diamonds, and recipes. From the Charles Rainsford Collection of Alchemical and Occult Manuscripts.

🔗:

[smilingformoney]

every snape moment ever: philosopher’s stone (13/28)

[lightlessentwine]

I don't believe Miquella to have simply failed at the hands of Mohg. I think he is trying to subject himself to a literalization of the alchemical process related to self actualization; essentially his goal has been to become a human philosopher's stone the entire time.

By making Radahn let go of his grasp over gravity and thus spacetime, the Eclipse may come to pass. within Elden Ring, entropy exists outside of spacetime which is why Death may persist in the many ways it seems to, or why Rot still spreads and Gold still tarnishes (Rot is the embodiment of stagnation and thus flourishes in the lands between as things are; pure Gold staves off the effects because it is a symbol of pure Faith; it grants the will of the user based on their belief, which can fade causing the Gold to tarnish)

Miquella has likely separated body and soul via the haligtree to leave a corpse in the blood of the formless mother- the outer god of truth. meanwhile, expecting capture, their spirit spreads faith as a ghost-like spirit, under the guise of St. Trina.. Miquella has found a way to traverse what i twntatively call "The Lands Between The Lands Between".. spreading faith in their spirit through their dreams-- as in Miquella/St. Trina. Miquella is Saint Trina, the same way Radagon is Marika. i think Miquella/Trina have managed to separate their spirit and give each their own identity.

St. Trina is the Spirit of Miquella. in fact, Trina is a reflection of Miquella, and i mean that on multiple levels: they are demonstrating understanding of the alchemical principle of "The Unity of Opposites" which ties into both alchemy and (the somewhat dated practice of) jungian psychology. basically, they're carefully planning and gambling on their every move as they position their twin spirit to contrast in a perfect dichotomy.

"Shadow of the Erdtree" could take place at a point where all is aligned in Miquella/Trina's favor, allowing their separate personas to re-emerge as one perfectly balanced entity known as a Rebis

The Dark Moon's presence could spur Deathroot to grow much stronger and faster. the light of the Golden Erdtree now gone and no longer even burning, The Dark Moon then strangles and bends any remaining Erdtrees. the lack of light pollution now reveals a light source; a previously unseen ball of light in the sky; a proper Sun. These massive, Erdtree-sized Deathroots grip and squeeze golden sap from the Erdtrees that once bore life and formed miraculous crystals. as the Dark Moon crosses the sky in front of said Sun, Death becomes life itself, the concepts overlapping as Life's inseperable counterpart flourishes.

from here, like a sick Easter in the Lands Between; The Body of Miquella awakens soulless and without a will of its own. Alongside it, the corpses of Godwyn and Ranni.*

as the light of Gold wanes, the namely Shadow of the Erdtree is cast by a Sun that, beyond some lost or forgotten Belfry or passage, was once blocked from shining light where Trina's spirit presently slept. She now awakes from her slumber, the returning Sun acts as the signal for her to act. She collects the golden sap from the wrung trees on her quest to reconvene with her body as it lay soaking.

the putrefying body of the sun lie slumbering within an egg. the Spirit of the Moon and patron saint of slumber, a reflection of the light of the Sun.. the physical body soaked in the red blood of truth and their ephemeral spirit wringing the golden yellow sap of faith from the branches that once bore them like fruit

all is in perfect pull of one another, and every aspect appears to be in place for their transformarion into a Rebis: a Blackened Corpse, a Pure white reflection, the Red Blood of truth and the Golden sap of Faith

[sybill-the-seer]

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Summary: Harry didn’t know much about his parents growing up, but in the wizarding world he learns something very important about them.

Note: Not my best writing imo, but it was a slow day at work today, so I whipped up this little thing. @hinnyfied’s fic “Fireside” has me all in the feels thinking about Harry getting to know his parents.

Disclaimer: I have used some direct lines and quotes from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

Prompt: hate/love

His parents hated him.

Harry was sure of it. If they hadn’t hated him, why would they have left him here? He had never known his mum and dad, but Aunt Petunia had.

Aunt Petunia said they were irresponsible.

Aunt Petunia said they were drunks.

Aunt Petunia said that if they had loved him, they wouldn’t have driven while drunk with him, a baby, in the car.

Harry had no proof to the contrary, so it must be true. Aunt Petunia had known them after all. Uncle Vernon too. Harry didn’t know anyone else who had known his parents. Perhaps they hadn’t had any friends — he certainly didn’t.

Sometimes Harry liked to think that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were liars. They lied to Dudley sometimes, after all. They told him all sorts of things that Harry knew weren’t true: that Father Christmas was real, that Dudley was a sweet angelic little boy, that Dudley’s school teachers had nice things to say about him, that Harry was a freak…

Well, Harry wasn’t so sure about the last one, but he liked to hope it was a lie. Strange things did tend to happen around him, but perhaps it was just coincidence. Perhaps Harry just had very, very bad luck.

His entire existence at Privet Drive was bad luck after all.

Yes, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon lied about some things, but it was hard to believe the things they said about his mum and dad weren’t true. Not when they had known them and Harry hadn’t. Not when Harry couldn’t think of any reason for them to lie about them. And especially not when Harry couldn’t think of any other reason for why they seemed to hate him so much.

His parents had been terrible people.

His aunt and uncle hated them, and hated him too.

His parents had never loved him.

And if they hadn’t loved him, who else possibly could?

Harry felt the familiar ache in his chest, the cold sensation that seemed to creep up on him, enveloping him completely whenever he came to this conclusion. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and stared harder at the spider creeping up the cupboard wall, wishing for sleep to claim him. ____________________

His parents hadn’t died in a car crash. At least, that’s what Hagrid told him. Being murdered by a dark wizard was terrible, but he supposed it was still better than what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had told him. At least now he knew for sure that they had lied — and that meant they might have also lied about his parents not caring about him.

Harry had started to come to terms with the fact that he might never know for sure how his mum and dad had felt about him, but was content with what Hagrid had told him. Until he found the mirror.

Green eyes looking back into his with the most tender expression Harry had ever seen. Brown eyes and dark hair, a broad smile. Tears of happiness leaking from his mother’s eyes as both his mum and dad looked at him with pride and joy in their faces.

They loved him.

Harry pressed himself against the mirror, staring at them hungrily, wishing he could fall through the glass and into their open arms. He would live with them in the mirror forever if he could. ____________________

The Philosopher’s Stone was safe, and he was alive. Professor Dumbledore was talking to him in the hospital wing. Dumbledore was answering his questions good-naturedly, and Harry was determined to ask him everything.

“But why couldn’t Quirrell touch me?”

“Your mother died to save you,” Dumbledore said, as if it were the most simple thing in the world. “If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign...to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.”

Harry could hardly breathe. The ache in his chest was back, but this time it was different. A powerful mixture of grief and love as he had never felt it before seemed to have gripped him, and he couldn’t seem to look Dumbledore in the eye.

They loved him.

The mirror had been one thing, but hearing Dumbledore confirm it out loud was certainly another. Nearly eleven years of doubt and hurt couldn’t be vanquished with a few simple words, but in that moment Harry could almost feel it leaking out of him, the remains of some toxin that had lived within him for so long, invisibly eating him up from the inside.

Dumbledore’s simple words were hardly simple at all, Harry thought, if they changed everything. He was glad Dumbledore looked away as he dried his eyes on the crisp hospital sheets.

Later, when Hagrid handed him a handsome, leather-covered photo album, Harry became overwhelmed once again.

“Sent owls off ter all yer parents’ old school friends, askin’ fer photos ... knew yeh didn’ have any...d’yeh like it?”

Harry couldn’t speak, but Hagrid seemed to understand.

Note: The fact that it's canon that little 11 y/o Harry gets emotional hearing his parents loved him always gets me in the feels. Someone give that baby a hug <3