stagdoewolfdog:

vondrakenhof:

prongsmydeer:

I hope Sirius constantly turned into a dog to get out of arguments with James, because it would mean that James was left with the following options:

  • Being known as the crazy man who is arguing with a dog
  • Rough-housing, and being known as the man who is mean to dogs
  • Submitting to Sirius’s literal puppy-dog eyes, and losing almost every argument they have from the age of 15 onward

The fourth option is to turn into a deer and continue the argument.

Hogwarts student: *walks in on a deer and dog barking at each other*

Hogwarts student: 

Hogwarts student: why does this keep happening

cheeseanonioncrisps:

headcanonsandmore:

theelderswear:

The Mirror of Erised

So at this point it’s sort of common knowledge that ‘erised’ is just ‘desire’ backwards.

I just had a really painful thought of, what if the other side of the mirror is just a glimpse into an alternate universe? And so when Ron looks into the mirror and sees himself as Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, a Ron who is both in another universe is looking into the mirror and seeing himself as just a regular kid.

And when Harry looks into the mirror and sees his parents(and family, if it’s the books), his parents(and family) are looking into the mirror in another universe, seeing their son Harry, who died before they could see him grow up.

Just a thought.

Crying…

I’ve always liked the Mirror of Erised scene, because it basically establishes Harry and Ron as alternate universe versions of each other. They both like Quidditch, they both have tempers, they both regularly put themselves in harms way to defend others, and in the Mirror, they each see what the other one has.

Ron, who has a large family and has spent his entire life being overshadowed by them, sees himself standing alone and being lauded for his acheivements.

Harry, who has all the fame he could need and is already talented enough to have been made the youngest seeker in a century, but has never had any family worth the name, sees himself surrounded by scores of loving relatives.

Essentially, Ron is what Harry would probably have turned out like if Lily and James had lived. (And before you say that Harry wouldn’t have had any older siblings to live up to— though he might well have had younger ones— stop for a minute and imagine starting first year with the reputation of the Marauders hanging over you.)

Ron is Harry’s Mirror of Erised.

rsasai:

notanearlyadopter:

marilynhanson:

this means so much to me. so much

Okay but like actually this is the most thoughtful gift IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

It might seem to make more sense to give Ron the precious family heirloom (remember that Molly’s brother Fabian died in the First Wizarding War; Molly has held onto his watch out of sentimentality since then). But Ron is the sixth son in his (canonically financially-struggling) family. He’s been forced into hand-me-downs his whole life. If he’d gotten the watch with a dent in the back, he wouldn’t have appreciated it; he’d only have seen the flaw. And if his mum bought Harry a new watch instead of getting Ron one, Ron would have resented that. A new watch was a worthwhile expense to get Ron a rare taste of the luxury and individual attention he has always craved.

Harry, though. Harry has money; Harry has new things. What Harry does not have is family. Harry is an orphan. Other than one photo album and the invisibility cloak, he doesn’t have anything that came with family history attached. What Molly does here is give him that; she makes him part of the family, symbolically, by giving him an emotionally significant if physically imperfect item. She gives him love in a tangible form.

This is why I will fight anyone who insults the Weasleys.

Fucking fight me.

the best analogy for bisexuals i’ve ever heard

coffeebisexual:

aconnormanning:

favouriteghost:

werewolf: i’m a werewolf

person:
ok so when you’re in human form you’re a human, and when you’re in wolf form you’re a wolf though.

werewolf:
no. i’m a werewolf. human form = werewolf. wolf form = werewolf. always a werewolf. no matter the circumstance or appearance, I AM ALWAYS A WEREWOLF

Fact: bisexuals are also werewolves

a novel by r. j. lupin

hogwarts memes

parseltonquinq:

classicantics:

sleepyysalamiri:

caffeinepants:

yourjacketisnowdry:

tawghasa:

bookavid:

devilrie:

– everyone answering “no, i’m fred” to “are you [insert Y/N]” even hermione
– everything draco does ever
– calling blast ended skrewts “power bottoms”
– calling newt scamander bad variations of his name like nerd sandwicher etc
– colin creevey using that one picture he managed to get of hermione punching draco as a reaction image
– shouting “spank me daddy” at the whomping willow
– [pointing at random object] that’s a portkey
– every single cat is professor mcgonagall

why

– POTTER

– ever since snape’s “bottle fame, brew fortune” speech students just go on and on with it – “flambé success, bake brilliance” “Can you tutor me in charms?” “TUTOR you? I can teach you how to SAUTÉ EXCELLENCE.”

– [random object] is totally a hufflepuff

– remember that game where someone yells “SHATNER” and you have to overact? same thing except it’s “TRELAWNEY” and you have to use whatever you’re holding to make a ludicrous prediction

– a more popular variation is “LOCKHART” to make up a pompous story about using whatever you’re holding to drive the [monster] out of [town]

– calling hippogriffs “leggy birbs”

– “Our beloved headmaster Albert Dumpsterfire/Aqueous Disillusionment/Aberdeen Decapitation…”

– shitty incantations ( “The Graying Hair Charm? Make-me-bloody-ancient-osia.” )

reblogging for albert dumpsterfire xD

-the dumbledore one, except you keep adding incorrect names, like albert pensive wallace herbert richard flamingo sherbet tango luthor…

-*peeves appears* IT DAT BOI

-”i’d rather be petrified”

-”so a shack gets to scream and it’s all normal and haunted, but when i do it i’m disturbing class and a nuisance”

I will sell my soul for all of this in a fic

buginateacup:

post–grad:

post–grad:

concept: instead of 4 more Fantastic Beasts movies, Comedy Central takes over and produces 50 episodes of Drunk History: Wizarding World Edition

historian, holding his 5th glass of firewhiskey: I’m here to talk to you about…. about Claudius Cleansweep, the goddamn founder of modern Quidditch.

[cut to Gilderoy Lockhart in period attire]

a group of 7th year Hogwarts girls huddled around a dozen empty bottles of butterbeer: Nononono no fuck Dumbler…dumberder. Door. I wanna talk about the fucking baddest bitch in Hogsnose. Fuckin’ Minerva fucking McGonnagal *sees a cat* oh fuck is that her?  

blueskyscribe:

l0vegl0wsinthedark:

nomzoms:

analyticalsenshi:

hogwartsaheadcanon:

beautyandthepriest:

concept: instead of hedwig, Harry goes into the pet store and this little snake in the back of the store talks to him, obviously gets his attention more than the other animals, and harry feels sorry for it so he takes it home. Then the snake helps Harry throughout his years at hogwarts as harry carries it wrapped around his hand all like “pssssst, haaarryyy, the dark lord isss coming sss” or just petty shit like “haaaarrryy, now is the time, assskkk out cho chaaannngg”

The snake getting really agitated in second year and Harry like ‘Aw, what’s wrong little friend?’

And snake’s like ‘Nah don’t worry it’s cool, it’s just that big fuck-off snake in the pipes that keeps making you think you’re hearing things—it’s like, ten thousand foot long, and I’m a corn snake, so you know. Bit intimidating.’

Third year he eats Scabbers and saves them all a lot of time

my hand slipped

LOOK AT HER SHE IS A RAY OF SUNSHINE

Hermoine helps Harry with a spell that gives Hedwig temporary, magical wings so that she can be his messenger snake.

stagdoewolfdog:

Minerva Mcgongall pulled out her notebook and turned to the page that listed the names and details of that years Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her heart swelling with pride she jotted down the name “Harry Potter” next to the position “Seeker” before closing the book and opening a second drawer. She took out a small, wooden box and rummaged in it for a few seconds before withdrawing a worn out envelope, inside of which was a short letter and a photograph.

“Dearest Minnie,

Hope you’re doing well! I’m the same of course, driving Lily up the wall as usual, she sends you her love by the way!

Now I know I told you that you’ll never find a chaser as good as me ever again, but it just goes to show that even the brilliant are sometimes mistaken. I’ve found you (made you!) a replacement who will one day outshine his old man by leagues! Enclosed is a photograph of your new Quidditch prodigy so that you may assess his skills for yourself. We have him chasing the cat for practice. He’ll be unbeatable by the time he starts at Hogwarts! The youngest Quidditch player in a century!

I guarantee it, Minnie. And you know I’m never wrong, though you’ll never admit it!

Missing you and Hogwarts terribly,

Lots of love,

James

P.S. Sirius says his marriage proposal still stands.”

Wiping away a single tear that ran down her cheek and chuckling to herself, she smiled down at the photograph of a small, gleeful, black haired boy zooming along on a toy broom, a pair of legs chasing after him and a young woman laughing hysterically in a corner.

“Right again, Mr. Potter.”