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Written for @corneliaavenue-ao3 TTPD Several Sunlit Daylights challenge.

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I. lesson of my life

Every illusion Ginny has ever had is shattered over the course of a single night. 

She doesn't go into the chamber willingly. She claws, and scratches and fights against Tom's commands with all her might. She cries, and she struggles, but in the end it makes no difference. She isn't strong enough. As the darkness swallows her up, her final childish hope is for a rescue she knows isn't coming. 

When she opens her eyes again it doesn't feel like a miracle. The cold from the stone floor has seeped through her skin, a chill has settled deep in her bones and she knows, with absolute certainty, it will never fully go away. 

Of course Harry is there, holding a mighty sword, a dead monster behind him. The very image of the conquering hero she's always fantasised about, but this isn't like one of Ginny's fantasies. He's covered in blood, and his eyes are wide with the same terror that's taken root deep within her soul. There's no triumph in this moment, only horror. 

This isn't a dream. It's a nightmare. One that Ginny won't fully wake up from for a very long time. 

She learns many lessons that night, but the most important one will come later. After she's spent weeks, months, years putting herself back together, because Harry might have rescued her from the chamber, but, as Ginny will come to realise, the only person who can really save you is yourself.

II. light of my life

Harry's never known a darkness like this. It starts when he watches Sirius fall through the veil, tiny tendrils of black slowly leaking out from his heart, unfurling with increasing urgency until he's overwhelmed by a cold, empty abyss that he's sure nothing will ever penetrate again. How can it when Sirius is never coming back? 

He doesn't even notice the first ray of light. It happens so quickly. He's in the hospital wing, trying very hard to let Hermione's commentary on the latest news from The Prophet distract him from the aching chasm in his chest, and the unbearable weight of the prophecy, when it happens. 

Luna says something completely ridiculous about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks – whatever they are – Harry can feel Hermione's exasperation from across the small gap that separates her bed from Ron's. Ginny's chocolate eyes meet his, and something happens that he'd assumed would never happen again. 

Harry smiles. 

It's fleeting, lasting less than a second.  There's very little time to dwell on it before they're looking away from one another, and the grief washes over him again, a tidal wave that steals the air from his lungs. 

That's just the beginning though… or maybe the beginning had been years ago. Maybe the blush he'd once thought of as the setting sun had actually been the opposite; Ginny's light rising, her warm, rosy glow beginning its ascent into his life. 

She continues to rise that summer, forcing the darkness back with her sheer brightness. Her smile turns black to grey; her laugh is powder pinks and bright oranges; the jokes she coaxes from him are pure, cloudless blue. 

When she runs at him across the common room months later, she's blazing, burning red. When she reaches him, when Harry finally kisses Ginny, the sun reaches its apex and his whole life is awash with bright, brilliant gold. 

For a few shining weeks there are only sunlit days. 

III. loss of my life

Fittingly, they're at a funeral when it happens. Ginny always knew he had great comedic timing. She's not laughing, however, as Harry lays out all his stupid, noble reasons why they can't be together. She's not crying either, though; that feels like a small mercy. The only one she's going to get for a while. 

She does cry when she finally makes it home. It's silly, she knows. Silly, foolish, naive Ginny Weasley, a familiar, cold voice whispers through her mind. For once, she doesn't try to argue with it, but she doesn't try to stop either. 

Instead, she buries her face into her pillow and lets herself sob until her eyes run dry. Her tears aren't just for her broken heart, but for everything Ginny's already had to sacrifice; her childhood, her innocence. 

It isn't until weeks later that she realises the true magnitude of what she stands to lose. 

“And then what does she think's going to happen? Someone else will kill off Voldemort while she's holding us here making vol-au-vents?” 

The fork Ginny is holding almost slips from her grasp. Her heart falters in her chest. Harry playing his flippant comment off a joke does nothing to return it to a steady rhythm. 

It plays round and round in her mind that night. Her knuckles are ghostly white where they grip her bedsheet. Vaguely, she'd known what he'd planned to do, but vague notions and knowing with absolute certainty are two very different things. The task Harry brought up so nonchalantly in the kitchen is nothing short of a suicide mission. It hits Ginny with the force of a barrage of stunning spells, knocking the air from her lungs; Harry might not come back to her. 

Two days later, when she kisses him in her bedroom, it doesn't feel like she's saying happy birthday, it feels like she's saying goodbye.

When Harry follows Ron out of her bedroom door, he takes a piece of Ginny with him, one she prays she hasn't lost forever. 

IV. longing of my life

She haunts him like a ghost. What was once screaming colour and pure unfiltered brightness is now just a memory, a pale imitation permanently stuck on repeat in his mind. 

Harry moves stoically from one hiding place to another and, though they're separated by miles, Ginny follows him to every single one. 

He can hear her laugh in the wind that shakes the canvas sides of the tent. He can see her smile in the sunlight that penetrates the thick canopy of the forests they move between. At night, when he closes his eyes, he can almost pretend the sheet brushing against his skin is her fingertips. 

It's worse when he has the locket on. Then, he's tormented with visions like the one he'd imagined on his birthday; of her moving on. Finding someone else. Living a life that can never be his. 

Horcrux or no, he can't stop himself thinking about her. Aching for her. Longing for her. 

He clings to memories of Ginny like scraps of driftwood, the only thing keeping Harry afloat when he's been set adrift. 

V. lament of my life

It's like the chamber all over again. Ginny's whole world is flipped upside down in the space of a single night. 

She doesn't see Fred go. She doesn't know the last time she sees her big brother that it's the last time.  

“Take care of yourself,” he'd shouted over his shoulder as Ginny had gone hurtling down a corridor in pursuit of a Death Eater.

“Don't I always?’ she'd called back. 

What if she'd told him to do the same? Would he have listened? Would he still be there? 

There's very little time to dwell on such questions in the middle of a battle.  Especially not when every passing second brings another devastating loss. 

Lupin. Tonks. Colin. 

Ginny's heart shatters into a million little pieces until it doesn't exist at all. Or so she thinks, until she sees Harry's body cradled in Hagrid’s arms. 

Then she knows she still has a heart, because it's in unbearable agony. She doubles over from the pain of it. His name escapes her lips on a scream, as though she might be able to call him back to life through sheer desperation. 

Tom Riddle talks; for the second time in Ginny's life, she's unable to hear him, but this isn't like the Chamber at all. This time Ginny wishes she was dead. 

When the battle resumes, she jumps straight into it with wild abandon. Ginny's lamentation is not filled with tears, or wailing. It's fire and rage for everything that's been taken from her. Tom Riddle already stole her past. Now he's taken her future. She will take everything she can from him, or die trying. 

VI. lowest of my life

He's never truly let himself imagine what it might be like to actually defeat Voldemort. If he had, Harry doubts he would have pictured it like this. 

If it's a win, why is there so much loss? 

He doesn't know whether the grief or the hope is more overwhelming. They mingle together, like waves in the ocean, swelling and breaking, threatening to pull Harry under. 

He can feel it crash over him as he stands in the great hall the day after the battle. The bodies are still there; all the people who don't get the second chance Harry does are laid out in front of him. Lifeless eyes staring, unseeing, up at the enchanted ceiling. 

The guilt and the pain sweep through him like ice water, filling his lungs; rising up in Harry's throat until there's no possible room for air. He takes a step back, desperate to flee somewhere he can sink down into the cold, lonely depths. 

Before he can, a hand, small and warm, slips into his, pulling Harry back to the surface. He releases one, long, deep breath before looking at her. 

Ginny's attempt at a smile is tinged with sadness, sunlight peeking through dark grey clouds. 

Only hours ago, he'd contemplated all the things he needed to say to her, but now no words are exchanged at all.  Only a look. It's all they need. All they've ever needed. Everything has changed. But he's still Harry, and she's still Ginny. 

Instinctively his arm comes around her. Ginny buries her face in his chest, sagging slightly against him, as though she was waiting for this moment to let herself rest. Like she needs him as much as he needs her. 

Harry's head rests against hers, the floral scent of her shampoo is faint, lingering beneath everything that's happened. It makes his heart falter anyway. He holds her tightly to him, something he never thought he'd get the chance to do again.  As he's come to expect, time seems to stop for her. They stay like that for what might only be seconds, or possibly an entire lifetime passes. 

Eventually, Ginny pulls out of his grasp. It takes less than a second for her hand to find his again, fingers entwining. She pulls gently, silently commanding him to follow her. Harry almost asks where they're going, but he doesn't really need to. He's free to go wherever he pleases now. He'll follow her anywhere. 

Ginny looks up at him as they walk towards the double doors. He can still see the embers of her blazing light smouldering in the dark depths of her eyes. He was right, there will be hours, days, and years in which to talk, but he doesn't need her to say a word now to know where she's taking him. He lets her pull him forward, lets her light guide him to a future he's still not sure he deserves to have. 

VII. loser of my life

For a while, Ginny thinks she'll never recover from the loss, from the grief and the heartache. It's not the first time she's felt this way, but this time she doesn't have to face it alone. Once she has Harry back, he doesn't leave her side again. 

They fall back together naturally. They stitch themselves back together slowly until one day, years later, the sun is blazing brightly in the sky, the pleasant summer breeze is ruffling the grass beneath her feet, and Ginny feels whole again. 

“Ready?” Her father asks, holding out his arm out to her. 

“Ready,” Ginny agrees, threading her hand through the crook of his elbow. Holding her colourful bouquet of wildflowers in front of her with her free hand. 

There have been times, in her darkest moments, when she wished she was someone else. A girl who hasn't dwelt in a darkness that most people don't ever see even in their worst nightmares; a witch who hasn't looked into the eyes of evil and refused to bend, refused to break; a woman who hasn't lost things that can never ever be replaced. 

Now, as soft music begins to swell in the summer air, and her gaze locks on Harry, waiting for her at the end of the makeshift aisle formed by the rows of chairs that have been put out in her parent's orchard, Ginny doesn't regret any of it. Everything she's lost is a step she's taken towards this. 

She can feel dozens of heads turn towards her, but Ginny only has eyes for Harry, and he, it appears, only has eyes for her. His smile makes the sun look dim in comparison. Still, the corner of his mouth trembles; even from a distance, Ginny can see emotion well up behind his glasses. 

‘Don't you dare,' she mouths, feeling her throat tighten as she does. Her arm stretches out, lifting her bouquet like it's a wand, miming hexing him. She's closer now. She can hear the tremor in his laugh as he puts his arms up in mock surrender. 

It's too late; the laughter she's coaxed from him doesn't stop the tear that slips down his cheek. Of course, one of her own escapes only a half a second later. 

“We look like such losers,” Ginny informs him, shaking her head, as her fingers slip from her father's arm into Harry's awaiting hand. 

“Yeah,” Harry agrees, quietly enough for only her to hear. He's still smiling as another tear slides unconcernedly down his face. His free hand reaches up, his thumb swipes away the ones that are currently leaking traitorously from Ginny's eyes. “But you're my loser.” 

It takes her a moment to regain her breath. A fleeting second in which she can't quite believe they're here; that they made it. Then she smiles even wider than before. “Not officially – not until we get through this ceremony.” 

Harry's gaze holds hers. Ginny almost forgets they have an audience. The world reduces down to just the two of them, grinning madly at one another. Harry's fingers squeeze her hand. “We'd best get on with it then.

VIII. legacy of my life

Books are filled with what many consider to be his finest achievements. Tales of thrilling battles, speculations on unsurvivable curses, and records of great victories are inked across the pages of history. 

As are the many titles thrust upon Harry; The  Boy Who Lived, Chosen One, Saviour.  To him, they're little more than noise, assumptions from people who don't really know him, and never will.

When he slips the wedding ring onto Ginny's finger, Harry gets the first title he's ever chosen for himself: husband. Her husband. 

Not long after, he gains another one, this one unplanned, but no less momentous. James, tiny, and so precious, is placed into his arms, and Harry becomes a father. 

His real legacy begins there. It's not just his, it's hers too. Their legacy. 

It's recorded in baby books and photo albums rather than history books. It's memorialised in finger paintings and handmade Christmas ornaments (made under Ginny's expert supervision) instead of plaques and statues. It's hundreds of little memories of their family that will never see the inside of a newspaper, but that doesn't make them any less noteworthy, not to Harry, who'd never dared to imagine that this life could be his one day. 

IX. love of my life

“Dinner!” Her mother calls from the back door of The Burrow, her voice ringing out across the garden. 

The sun is setting, dipping below the topmost branches of the orchard. The sky is a tapestry of pinks, purples and golds, stretching out for miles above them. 

“What do you think?” Ginny asks as her feet meet the ground, dismounting from her broom. “Could I make it as a pro?” 

Harry lands beside her. His eyes sweep appraisingly over her. Ginny's stomach swoops like she's still in the air. “I don't know,” he says thoughtfully. “The League is brutal. It requires rigorous training.” 

Ginny shrugs unconcernedly, hoisting her broom onto her shoulder as she does. “Do you know any Quidditch captains who might be interested in helping me with such an undertaking?” 

“I know one who might be able to make some time for you this summer,” Harry says as he falls into step beside her. He inclines his head towards her broom.“I can take it for you?”

Ginny's eyes narrow, prepared to tell him she's perfectly capable of carrying her own broom, but, when she turns, the way he's looking at her makes her heart race, and the words die on her tongue. without her permission, her expression transforms into a grin. “Very chivalrous of you.” 

A weight is lifted from her as Harry settles her broom beside his on his shoulder. “That's kind of what I'm known for.” 

“Only ‘kind of’?” Ginny's eyes wander to the quickly darkening sky above them as she laughs. “In that case, I'll be sure to let people know of this latest act of heroism – personally, I don't think you get enough attention.” 

“Well, if that's how you feel, you could always give me more.” 

Ginny stops midstep. Her head turns sharply back to Harry. She should keep walking, the words that are on the tip of her tongue will lead to something that neither of them planned for on this particular summer evening. 

Harry's eyebrows rise upwards; even in the dusk, Ginny can see the challenge sparking in his eyes. Unbidden, she takes a step towards him. “Are you flirting with me, Potter?” 

He doesn't back down, but he doesn't make a move towards her either. The brooms he's holding clatter together as he shrugs with just a bit too much tension in his shoulders to be truly nonchalant. “I might be.” 

Ginny's blood thrums in her veins as she takes another step towards him. “Need I remind you that I'm spoken for?” 

“How could I forget?” Harry's head lowers despite her reminder, until he's so close Ginny can see the flecks of gold in his green eyes. “I suppose he's deeply in love with you?” 

“Yes,” she nods with absolute certainty. “And I feel the same about him.” 

Harry's head dips lower, the determination in his eyes making his intention clear. Ginny rises on her tiptoes, unable to fight the pull that always inevitably beckons her to him. 

Barely an inch of space remains between them. Her heart flutters wildly– 

“Oi!” The loud, obnoxious shout comes from the far end of the orchard, making Ginny jump. She turns towards it and finds a lanky figure glaring at them from where he leans against the fence. “When you're done being disgusting, Nanna says to hurry up – dinner’s ready and the rest of us aren't allowed to start without you.” 

James doesn't wait for a response before turning on his heel and marching back towards the house. 

Ginny rolls her eyes at her son's retreating back. Her hand slips into Harry's, the most contact they're getting, at least until after dinner. “Remind me again why we had children?” 

Harry sighs, allowing her to lead him towards the gate James has just departed from. “You said they'd be cute.” 

“Well, they used to be,” she says fairly as she pushes the gate open with her free hand. “I wasn't thinking as far as them becoming teenagers.” 

Harry nods seriously. “Really, who could've predicted such an unforeseeable outcome.” 

Ginny looks up at him as he follows her through the gate. Brown eyes meet green through the burgeoning twilight. Two identical smiles bloom like flowers in spring. 

“Certainly not you, judging by your appalling Divination grades.” 

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He was so impressed with that last comment!

Kit and Rachel play ‘Taylor swift or Shakespeare?’

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One accidental love confession text message sends Harry's friends into a tizzy trying to figure out who he was confessing his love to. Except, Harry didn't even realize he was confessing his love in the first place. Social media/Text fic AU

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I'm curious, how do you think Harry/Ginny was foreshadowed? I always thought it came out of left field.

OKAY LET’S DO THIS

The attention given to Ginny’s crush on Harry.  In the second book, her crush served the purpose (among other purposes) of making Ginny even more susceptible to Riddle’s diary.  But after that, it served no apparent purpose at all, and yet JKR made it a point to call attention to it at least once in every single book.  (I’ve seen it argued that its purpose after CoS was to provide comic relief, but the problem with that argument is that her crush wasn’t always presented in a comical way, i.e., her sadness when she learned Harry wanted to ask Cho to the Yule Ball.)  After Chamber of Secrets, there was no reason for JKR to keep reminding the reader of Ginny’s crush the way she did unless something was eventually going to come of it.  (As a side note, Ginny’s crush on Harry also served the purpose of keeping Harry from really getting to know Ginny before JKR was ready for him to do so, since her crush made her cripplingly shy around him.)

The attention given to Ginny’s love life in general.  Because really, her love life is given an inordinate amount of attention for a secondary character.  At every point in the series, JKR made sure we knew exactly what the status of it was.  We were told (repeatedly) that Ginny had an unrequited crush on Harry.  We were told who her date to the Yule Ball was going to be, and we were even given a glimpse of them at the Ball itself, despite the fact that there were approximately 1 bajillion other things for Harry to notice that night.  We were told when Ginny had given up on Harry.  We were told about her first boyfriend, and we were told when they broke up and why.  We were told about her second boyfriend, about every fight, every tiff they had, and we were told when they finally broke up and why.  Again, that is a lot of attention to be given to the love life of a secondary character.  Indeed, throughout the series, we’re given more detail about Ginny’s love life than we are Hermione’s.  And the only reason there would be to give so much attention to the love life of someone who wasn’t even a main character was because it was going to become important to Harry’s storyline later on.  The only other non-Trio character whose love life is given similar attention is Cho Chang — the other character in the series whose love life was at one point important to Harry.

The consistently positive and/or vivid descriptions Harry gives of Ginny’s appearance, even early in the series.  When she blushes, he describes it as “her face glowing like the setting sun.”  Her eyes aren’t just brown, they’re “bright brown.”  She has a “long mane of bright red hair,” and at one point that long mane of bright red hair even “danced behind her.”  She doesn’t just sit in a chair, she “sits curled up like a cat, her eyes reflecting the firelight.”  Granted, some of these descriptions might not sound particularly special taken by themselves, but they certainly are when you compare them with the way Harry typically describes the appearance of most other characters.  If you pay attention, you can tell when Harry is describing a girl he finds attractive, and it’s pretty clear, especially in retrospect, that he found Ginny Weasley attractive.

Harry is observant and considerate of Ginny from the very beginning.  On his first trip to Hogwarts, he watches her laughing and running after the Hogwarts Express — and he keeps watching her until she’s out of sight.  Later, at the Burrow, he notices when she puts her elbow in the butter dish, even though no one else does, and he doesn’t call it to anyone’s attention so as not to embarrass her.  He gives her all of his Lockhart books.  He notices later in the year that she looks pale and upset, and that she’s distressed by the attack on Colin Creevey.  He observes that her well-meaning brothers are not exactly going about cheering her up in the right way.  He does his best to soothe her when she wakes up in the Chamber.  He’s later desperately anxious to tell the story in a way that doesn’t make her look guilty in any way, and he feels “sweeping, glorious relief” when he learns she won’t be expelled or otherwise punished for the Chamber incident.  And that’s just in the first two books.  As you can see, the all too frequent claim that “Harry never cared about Ginny or even knew she existed until HBP” is patently untrue.

From OotP:  “Did you see the look on Chang’s face when Ginny got the Snitch right out from under her nose?” said Ron.  Just for the record, I love Cho and have always felt a lot of sympathy for her.  But after OotP came out, a lot of people (including me) saw this as a bit of Harry/Ginny foreshadowing, and later, after the final book had come out, JKR confirmed that that’s exactly what it was.

Also from OotP:  “Well, I always thought [Michael Corner] was a bit of an idiot,” [Ron] said, prodding his queen forwards towards Harry’s quivering castle. “Good for you. Just choose someone—better—next time.”  He cast Harry an oddly furtive look as he said it.

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rip James Potter you would’ve hated finding out your grandchild’s name is Albus Severus Potter

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she was so real for this

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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i love how fanon harry is either "how dare you fucking speak to me" or "hey guys lets go burn down a building it'll be fun trust"

and canon harry is like

both

in the most chaotic way possible

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‘James Wouldn’t Have Stopped Us. But Lily Would’ve.’

Sirius & Remus Missing Moment in Order of Phoenix

“I don’t reckon my dad would’ve wanted his best friends to become killers.”

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“James wouldn’t have stopped us,” muttered Sirius sullenly to Remus one day in Grimmauld Place.

Every day he was there in hiding, he bitterly regretted the moment of weakness where they had listened to Harry’s plea. He resented where it had gotten him.

“James would’ve understood,” Sirius continued. “He would’ve let us kill Pettigrew. He wouldn’t have wanted to spare him. Not after his betrayal.”

He looked at defiantly at Remus, expecting his old friend to challenge him… But he didn’t.

“I think you’re right Sirius,” said Remus quietly. “In my heart of hearts, I don’t think the James I knew would’ve done what Harry did. James wouldn’t have stopped us.”

Remus paused thoughtfully for a moment. He couldn’t hold back a small smile.

“But Lily would’ve. Sirius, there’s no doubt in my mind… Harry is as much of his mother on the inside as he is his father on the outside.”

Sirius suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He felt as though something had struck him. He nodded curtly, at a loss for words. He wasn’t expecting that.

Sirius thought of Lily’s fierce green eyes. The ruthless kindness and the unrelenting mercy. The absolute commitment to always do what was right. He’d never met anyone else with that kind of goodness inside of them… until he met her son.

He knew it was the truth, whether he liked it or not. He knew they had done the right thing that day, as much as he suffered now.

“Damn it Evans,” Sirius whispered.

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Saw a post on Reddit, and now I have feelings. Allow me to stand on this here soap box for a minute.

JKR has stated that Fred and George figured out the passphrase for the Maurader's Map by being coached through it by the map itself. This makes me all the more irritated with the line "Never trust anything if you can't tell where it keeps its brain" and I absolutely hate that she made Arthur Weasley say it. It's a moment completely out of character for him, a man who offers soft comfort and encouragement to his children every day. A man who only ever raised his voice once in 7 books when his sons took a prank too far and intentionally caused harm. There's no way he would berate his daughter, who is clearly torn up about what happened, for getting manipulated, especially not as the first words he speaks to her after she was minutes away from death.

Inconsistent world building leads to inconsistent characters. It's literally never addressed that the map is sentient, just like the fucking diary. Nope, we're just told talking diary = evil, and dumb Ginny should have known better; meanwhile, talking map = funny and brilliant piece of magic.

Fred and George fucked around with a parchment that coached them how to reveal enchantments on it and nothing happened to them. How the hell was an 11yo girl supposed to assume her talking diary was nefarious??? She lives in a literal world of magic where letters scream at you and mirrors offer encouragement and grooming tips. Why the fuck *wouldn't* a magical diary offer sympathy and soothing words, friendship and camaraderie??

I have to step off this soap box, I could ramble on forever, so I'll part with these words - JKR did Ginny dirty

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Canon facts about James Potter:

• He was confident and did not care what others thought of him. The only exception was Sirius.

• When Vernon Dursley boasted about his wealth, James bragged about his sizeable networth in return.

• His father was in Gryffindor. His mother’s house is unknown, but it was presumably Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff (if she attended Hogwarts at all).

• James and Sirius met on the train.

• His parents were old when they had him, and it took multiple tries. They doted on him and adored him.

• He’s the only known Headboy who wasn’t a prefect.

• He has a grandfather called Henry. Possibly, Harry was named after him.

• James did not inherit the invisibility cloak during his time at Hogwarts.

• His parents saw him marry Lily Evans, but died before the birth of Harry.

• He financially supported Remus after they graduated from Hogwarts.

• James referred to Remus’ lycanthropy as his ‘furry little problem’, leading people to believe he was in ownership of a violent rabbit.

• He has hazel eyes.

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Harry with Hermione ALONE without Ron: Harry liked Hermione very much, but she just wasn’t the same as Ron. There was much less laughter and a lot more hanging around in the library when Hermione was your best friend

Ron and Hermione ALONE without Harry: Ron and Hermione had just turned up in the common room, pink-faced from the cold wind and looking as though they’d had the time of their lives.

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Harry when Hermione is crying: Harry felt dazed. He stooped, picked up the Horcrux, and placed it around his own neck. He dragged blankets off Ron’s bunk and threw them over Hermione. Then he climbed onto his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof, listening to the pounding of the rain.

Ron when Hermione is crying: Ron, he saw, was now holding Hermione and stroking her hair while she sobbed into his shoulder, tears dripping from the end of his own long nose

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Hermione when Harry is angry: “I mean, it was really great of you and everything,” said Hermione quickly, looking positively petrified at the look on Harry’s face,

Hermione when Ron is angry: “Take off the locket, Ron,” Hermione said, her voice unusually high. “Please take it off. You wouldn’t be talking like this if you hadn’t been wearing it all day.”

"HaRrreeH aNd huRrrmiOnnnn aRe bettEr tOgeTheR"🤡🤡🤡🤡

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Sirius black: has the most traumatic night of his life, loses his family and sees 13 people killed in front of his eyes, by a man he personally loved and protected for years, who's safety he himself made sure of, then goes to the torture prison of hell for over a decade until he starves himself enough to escape his cell and then swims in his starved form through the North Sea, and finds not one, but two places that are unplottable by magic (Harry's place and hogwarts), and only barely gets away with his life even after a werewolf took bites out of him and his old prison wards tried to eat his soul, just because some kids had a time turner and compassion, then spends one year doing nothing but being on the run and giving emotional support to Harry, then gets locked up again in the mausoleum of his abusive childhood and gets mocked by everyone, only to end up dying in a freak accident

Ppl in this fandom: ew sirius sucks, nobody has ever suffered more than regulus, sirius was just some drama queen, Snape was a better dad to Harry than sirius, sirius needs his werewolf daddy to teach him compassion and accountability he's so stupid and vapid, he should get a grip frfr

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The thing is,

You can see HBP from Ginny's pov as the emotionally excruciating process of dealing with coming to terms with still having feelings for Harry, feelings that are now reciprocated after years of pining, mixed with an intense sense of guilt over poor Dean's unfortunate position in the whole mess...

OR

(and this is a lot more fun)

You can see it as Ginny being in the middle of one of those classic teenage tv series love triangles. On one side there's the good guy, the reasonable choice, the one no fan if not a couple of delusional ones is rooting for because he is kind of boring. And on the other side, you have the fan favourite, the dark brooding guy with light eyes who would let the world burn to save the girl. Rationally he is kind of a terrible choice but the girl is obviously in love with him and, let's face it: there wasn't really any competition to begin with.

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Canon Sirius 'we've all got light and dark inside us' Black:

"Both very bright, of course- exceptionally bright, in fact." (McGonagall speaking of Sirius and James.)

"Your father and Sirius were the cleverest students in the school.” (Remus talking to Harry.)"

“I’ll be surprised if I don’t get an Outstanding on it at least. (Sirius speaking about his DADA OWL.)

"I don’t need to look at that rubbish, I know it all.” (Sirius speaking about his Transfiguration OWL.)

"An extraordinary achievement." (Dumbledore speaking about Sirius and the other becoming Animagi.)

"Black was a tall, full-grown man." (Prisoner of Azkaban)

“He (Sirius) was rather taller than Snape.” (Order of the Phoenix)

"To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter." -"Sirius was tall and handsome." (Deathly Hallows)

Fanon Sirius: "Mooooony, I broke a nail and I am depressed! Lift me up so I can reach the bed, because I'm too short to reach it myself! I am generally helpless. Oh, what's that thing on the desk, with the leather cover and- is that writing on it? Is that a *book*? Take it away from me, I'm allergic to books!"