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pottersgirl · 3 years
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‘the best of me still lives in you. knock knock with the knowledge that yes, you are my son but you are not my choices’ 
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pottersgirl · 3 years
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Reblog if you're a Gryffindor.
ravenclaw | hufflepuff | slytherin
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pottersgirl · 3 years
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guys, i figured out why hogwarts doesn’t have any PE (physical education) classes.
like yeah sure there’s quidditch, but not everyone plays that.
the students at hogwarts don’t need a PE class with all those moving staircases ;)
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pottersgirl · 3 years
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if anyone would like, you guys can take a look at my tiktok @shezz.a
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pottersgirl · 3 years
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the hogwarts houses
the hogwarts houses - reimagined
Ravenclaw
- the logical, the reasonable. these are your scholars, teachers, and librarians, but they are also your politicians, lawyers, and activists.
they are well thought, well read, and well researched. they will know who they are and will discover what they believe in, and they will stick to it with pride.
Hufflepuff
- these are your dreamers. yes, they are your gardeners and your comedians, but they are also your artists, your musicians, your veterinarians, and your baristas.
their loyalty shows in their commitment to their craft, and their kindness is displayed in what they choose to give to the world.
Slytherin
- they are too often limited to their reputation of evil, when they are simply passionate and ambitious. they are your world leaders, yes - but they are also anything else that they put their mind to. they could be your warriors, your public speakers, your attorneys or neurosurgeons.
the world knows no bounds to the ambition of a slytherin, and their sharp and cunning minds know exactly how to get where they want.
Gryffindor
- the brave of heart, the courageous. bravery does not always take the same form. sure they may be your warriors and your leaders, but they are also your activists, your doctors, your athletes, your travelers and your rebels.
for a gryffindor, the world is theirs for the taking. their wild spirits will leave no stone unturned and no adventure untaken - whether that be spiritually, mentally, or physically.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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to all the bloggers who reblog,
to all the bloggers who create,
to all the bloggers who write,
to all the bloggers who share,
to all the bloggers who appreciate,
to all the bloggers who read,
to all the bloggers who encourage,
THANK YOU.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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the scene in deathly hallows pt. 2 really gets me .
it when harry says goodbye to ron and hermione one last time, when he tells he is going to the forbidden forest to accept his fight.
hermione offers, “i’ll come with you.” its last desperate attempt created by an instinct she’s had for the last seven years, and that is her friendship with harry. she has seen him make his first friend on the Hogwarts express; she has seen him as he dealt with girl problems and quidditch rivalries and detention’s with snape. she has seen him laugh at the randomest things and she has seen him as cried put in pain. she has fought for him and beside him. but now there is nothing she can do.
she watches as her best friend hugs her goodbye one last time. she tries to fit in years’ worth of ‘i love you’ and ‘i’m proud of you’ into a single hug. she wants to say sorry for the young boy who was fascinated by chocolate frogs and moving pictures - the boy who had to grow up far too soon.
ron watches as harry bades them one final farewell. some part of ron tells him that he’ll see harry over the summer just like he always does, but another part of him tells him that friend, his harry, is seeing them for the last time.
his first instinct is to protect harry, to advise him away from any danger. harry is his best friend, his first friend, his brother, he thinks. he has watched as they ate bertie bott’s every flavour beans in the boys dormitory, and harry receives his first Christmas presents. he has been there for birthdays and funerals. he has in every way he could, whether it be in a game of wizards chess or by saving him from a freezing lake. but ron can’t save harry this time.
still, ron wants to step forward, to do something, anything - to take his place, even. but he knows he cannot. instead, he silent prays for harry to have one last miracle.
ron and hermione watch - grimy, sweaty, and tired- with tears streaming down their faces, as they wear expressions of sheer helplessness. they cant help him this time.
the two of them watch as their friend, harry potter, the boy who lived, goes to die.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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should i do some house-themed headcannons?
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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hp headcannons pt.2
- harry teaches ron what a secret handshake is. ron doesn’t understand the point of it at first, but eventually, it becomes second nature to him. the boys make a tradition of doing it every year, whenever they finally meet each summer.
- hermione and ron bake together whenever they are both at the burrow. it is a peaceful time,sprinkled with soft smiles and occasional laughter. sometimes they will make small talk and sometimes they won’t, but these moments are some of ron’s favourite memories is a patronus.
- if harry sees any of his friends sitting and eating by themselves at the tables in the great hall, especially hermione or ron, harry will often wordlessly sit down by them, silently offering his company. one day, hermione asks him why he does this. he explains,”when i live with the dursleys, i never had anyone to sit with me when i ate. sitting there, alone, at the dinner table was one of the loneliest feelings in the world, i reckon. i don’t want anyone else to feel that way, i guess.” harry shrugs this off nonchalantly, since it was normal for him. hermione, however, tries not to cry right then, and settles for pulling harry into tight hug.
- draco is an excellent artist. one of his robe pockets carries a small sketchbook in it, in which he likes to sketch interesting objects or places, but especially people. he like to come up with imaginary lives for the strangers he draws. it makes him feel less lonely
- neville is dyslexic. this is the reason that he struggles through most of his written subjects, and often gets lost because he lacks a clear sense of direction.he does better in subjects with practicals, like herbology.
- harry always keeps a jar of chocolates when he’s at home or at the burrow. whenever he’s feeling a little down, for whatever reason, he’ll take one out and eat it. it has become a comfortable habit for him. eating chocolate reminds him hot chocolates in the great hall, having chocolate frogs on the train with ron, and eating a chocolate bar with Professor Lupin in his study. it makes him smile.
- hermione has never missed a single one of harry’s quidditch games. it doesn’t matter whether they’ve had a fight - rain or shine, harry can count on seeing that familiar head of bushy hair cheering him on in the stands. hermione always makes sure to support harry, and validates him even when he is an ordinary boy with an ordinary hobby.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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i want to make friends who care about harry potter as much as i do. like, petition to start the marauders 2.0
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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ron steps into the boys dormitory, barely noticing the huddled figure curled up on one of the beds. he inches closer in the dark trying to make put who it is.
‘it’s harry,’ he realizes. he must be cold. ‘it was a little chilly tonight,’ he thought to himself.
he goes closer to offer him his extra blanket, when he thinks he hears something. he stops. then he hears it again.
in the silence of the night, he hears hushed sobs.
ron rushes over to harry, instinct taking over.
“what’s wrong, mate?” he asks, trying not to panic. “is it your scar? is it hurting?”
the only reply he recieves is more hushed sobs.
ron goes to shake him, to find out where his friend is hurt. he needs to know if harry is okay.
finally, finally, harry lifts his head. his eyes are glistening, tear tracks are running down his face, and his sleaves are stained with a mix of tears and snot. ron has never seen harry like this.
harry cries out, unmuffled this time, interrupting ron’s train of thought. harry cries as if he is man who has lost everything, or a little boy who crying for his parents. harry is both at the same time.
harry is crying because everything feels like it is closing in on him all at once. he feels like the darkness is gripping at his chest and crushing his ribs. he can’t breathe. everything hurts.
he can’t pinpoint for the life of him why he is crying. the frustration of not knowing why he is crying makes him cry even harder, if anything. he just wanted this sinking feeling out of his chest. he felt so lost and so, so tired.
ron does not know what has made harry so upset. he can guess - it might have something to do with the fact that harry his been holding the sky up with his bare hands since he was an 11 year old boy. maybe he was crying for everyone and everything he had lost. maybe he was sad because the world was unfair and cruel to a boy who only wanted to see the good in it. ron could only guess.
ron does not ask harry anything. instead, he pours him a glass of water, the sound of the pouring liquid filling the almost-silent room. he hands cary the glass, and offers him an extra blanket.
“i’ve got your back, y’know. you don’t have to this alone, mate,” he tells harry, taking a seat by his side. “yeah, i’d do anything for you,” he adds quietly.
“except for giving you my chocolate frog cards, maybe.”
harry lets out a small laugh at this. it is harry’s truest laugh, but hearing it, ron knows that things will be okay.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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hp headcannons pt.1
some hp headcannons of mine <3
- harry has random panic attacks during the school year sometimes, but he feels embarrassed and simply slips out of class. ron is the only one who can comfort him when they get bad.
- george and fred switch places in classes when they know it is a subject the other one struggles in. fred will take george’s place during the transfiguration exams, and george will take charms in place of fred. only McGonagall is able to tell the difference.
- draco is sensitive to loud noises. everytime some laughs too loud, or closes the door a little too hard, he jumps a little in his seat. he brushes it off, but it always brings his mind back to malfoy manor.
- hermione comes back to become a teacher at hogwarts. she always said she wanted to make a real difference, and she believes that having a good teacher in your life can make all the difference in the world.
- sirius cannot stand closed spaces. even at 12 grimmauld, he leaves the doors to rooms open, so his mind can always tell the difference between home and azkaban.
- remus is a regular at his local coffee shop. his order is always a hot chocolate.
- harry often forgets to eat sometimes. at number four privet drive, he was made to believe that dinner was something that had to be earned, so sometimes he would skip dinner because he felt like he hadn’t earned it. hermione would gently coax him out of his room, under the pretense that she wanted company while studying. neither of them say a word about the small roll she passes him.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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“and i will leave a light on.”
one day, molly is up late, completing her household chores before bed. she is headed to her bedroom. she notices a familiar light coming from George’s room. What in merlin’s name is he coming up with at this hour?
she climbs up the stairs, and heads into the corridor, ready to yell at her boy for staying so late. ‘boys will be boys,’ she sighs.
instead, as she peaks into the room, she finds George fast asleep on his bunk, as single candle burning by his bedside table.
“George, dear what are you doing? You know we can’t leave the candles on at night! You’re going to burn the house down!” she scolds him.
George, still in his sleep, mumbles a reply.
“What? I can’t hear you, dear.” she says, stepping closer in order to put out the candle.
George turns in his sleep, now facing his mother. “ Fred doesn’t like the dark, Mum. Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother.”
Since George’s eyelids are closed, he doesn’t see the expression of grief overtake Molly’s features. Her eyes threaten her with tears, as she recalls all those times she scolded the twins for staying up late, as they tinkered away at some new project of theirs. That’s why the candlelight coming from the room seemed familiar, she thought. George and Fred would sneak a light on when their were kids, as Fred insisted he wasn’t fond of the dark.
Standing there, as tears quietly streamed down her face, Molly noticed how the candlelight made George look just like Fred. She gave herself a tearful smile, leaned down to tuck in her son goodnight and left the room. the candle stayed on.
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pottersgirl · 4 years
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i have many fic ideas, but no time or motivation to write them
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