[chocolateandteaforever]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U1foLW8h54)

So much love at the end

[lulusketches]

Hagrid going back to Hogwarts after the war, and Harry taking him to Diagon Alley to return the favor :)

[chocolateandteaforever]

I want to read this fanfic!

[charlottec21]

I love it how when Snape draws out his wand there are audible gasps but when Mcgonagall draws her wand there people are screaming out of the way.

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

They just know better.

[theactorsmind-blog]

damn snape is piss-OH MOTHERFUCKING SHIT, MOVE OUT, CLEAR THE WAY, MCGONAGALL IS PISSED.

[daywatch]

I will stop reblogging this when it stops being awesome.

[harrypotter-reread-blog]

and accurate.

[dawngyocry-deactivated20220614]

I’m not saying it’s fair, or even possible to try to care about every person or demographic. All I’m begging for is that we at least try not to be so hateful.

[its-hip-to-fuck-bees-ok]

this is the best fucking post on this website. More people need to see this right now.

Harry Potter the Second. You were named after the bravest man I knew. It was me. I’m awesome. I fucking killed voldemort.

[lin--bae]

My favourite lyric from The Phoenix is probably “time still crawls when you’re waiting for the song to start, so dance alone to the beat of your heart” because it’s a elegant way of saying that time still moves when you are waiting for something to happen, and instead of wasting that time you should take the beating of your heart as a sign to do something because you are alive and the time is now

[pasttarc-deactivated20160609]

Oliver persuading Harry to flirt with Draco during Quidditch matches, like: “Trust me, Harry, you’ll catch the Snitch faster if you make him flustered.”

[electricbluelilies]

it starts off really awkward (because Harry sucks at flirting), but as he gets more practice he gets better at it. When Draco figures out what he’s doing, he starts flirting back (purely to distract Harry of course). Eventually, they get together.

At their wedding, Harry thanks Oliver for “seeing what he couldn’t” and “recognizing what he needed before he even knew himself and pushing him towards it”.

Oliver smiles and nods and congratulates his teammate. Later, he tells Harry that he’s happy for them but, he was literally just trying to win the Quidditch cup.

[pasttarc-deactivated20160609]

but just imagine them seducing each other, making the matches drag on for hours. which made Wood EXTREMELY frustrated, because he had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into.

[morganelektra-author]

Imagine Harry just going for it, though. Draco dives for the snitch and Harry realizes he’s too far away and just shouts, “YOUR ARSE LOOKS AMAZING WHEN YOU BEND OVER YOUR BROOM LIKE THAT, MALFOY!” Draco whips his head around, totally dumbfounded by this brazen come-on from Potter, zooms past the snitch and nearly collides with two of the Beaters from his own team. And they’re like, “Get your shit together, Draco, he’s fucking with you.” It takes Draco a second to get what they mean, but then his eyes narrow and he turns his broom around. He’s not even looking for the snitch anymore, he’s locked on Harry. And he smiles. Game. On.

[remusmoonyblack-lupin]

Draco: There’s not only your broom you could ride…if you catch my drift. Draco: Those are some fantastic moves Potter. Bet you’re awesome in bed. Harry: Watching your hair fly in the wind makes me want to grip it…you know…for different reasons… in different situations. Harry: Let me tame your Dragon Malfoy Both of them turning into blushing messes, who alter between being turned on, embarassed and angry.

[chocolateandteaforever]

Sirius when people are being assholes

On the outside: Pfft i'm too puck rock for you I'm out bitches

On the inside: I'm too soft and sensitive for this I need cuddles and cookies don't speak to me wheRE'S REMUS

[princess-bel]

So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?

Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.

Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.

Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy has this tendency of being around the guy ALL THE TIME since he got chosen), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.

Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).

Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.

Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.

Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.

Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”

[aplatonicjacuzzi]

Imagine Harry returning with Warrington’s body, and the crowd realizes what’s happened, but Warrington’s parents don’t show up. There’s no one to mourn him, to cradle him in their arms and cry for their son. The Slytherins know why. His parents were Death Eaters, too.

Imagine Slytherins reaching out, asking for help from classmates from other houses. They’re terrified, truly terrified because the being their parents claimed would never hurt them because they’re pureblood, they realize that he does not care.

Imagine Slytherins in the 5th book sneaking off to join Dumbledore’s Army, to learn more about who Voldemort is without their parents acting as a filter. 

Imagine the shock when they’re told what he’s really done.

Imagine that a few talented Slytherins went with Harry and the others into the Ministry of Magic. The others are a bit wary but they prove themselves as friends.

Imagine them being confronted by Lucius Malfoy in the the Hall of Prophecy, and when the Death Eaters descend, they know that any one of them could be their parents.

Imagine the shocked gasp of a Death Eater as they realize their own child, a pureblood, is standing defiantly with Harry Potter. They choke back a cry. They can’t let their child know that they were about to duel to the death.

Imagine a DA Slytherin facing off against their own Death Eater parent. That they make the decision to let their child defeat them, because in that moment, they realize that they love their child more than they fear Voldemort. They go down, mask unveiled, and the Slytherin kid has to be dragged from the fight before he gets killed.

Imagine Book 6 Slytherins getting more friendly and cooperative with the other houses. Two years of Voldemort terrorizing the muggle and Wizarding world, two years where their parents just up and leave some days, cringing from the pain in their arm, two years after the death of the first Slytherin pureblood, Cassius Warrington, killed by Voldemort’s right-hand man, and they’re slowly hitting the breaking point.

Imagine Slytherin kids keeping tabs on their parents, sending the information to Harry, who shares it with the Order of the Phoenix, and hoping that their parents won’t be killed.

Imagine Book 7 Slytherins low-key rebelling against the new oppressive Hogwarts staff.

Imagine the final siege on Hogwarts, where Slytherins stand proudly by their fellow houses, knowing full-well they could be fighting their own parents. Some Slytherins know their parents were in the fighting. They hope to find them first and sneak them away. Their fellow students understand. Professor McGonagall allows 7th Year Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, to duel a death eater in her stead; her father is under that veil. She knows it.

Imagine the aftermath of the battle; every house suffered loses. Slytherin students crying over the deaths of friends they made in every house.

Imagine a Cassius Warrington statue made in his honor, the first Slytherin to fight and die nobly with Harry Potter, the boy who lived, in the face of ultimate evil. He was a true Slytherin, and it’s in his name that Slytherin children and their families have cut all ties with the Death Eaters, denounced Voldemort, and are finally living in peace.

[cinematicnomad]

#i do enjoy cedric #but this would have been immensely wonderful in many ways (via batty4u)

[prismatic-bell]

Imagine a story in which Harry wasn’t in love with his fellow champion’s girlfriend, but after her boyfriend’s death just hugs her so long, so hard, and says “he wanted to win for you. You should know–you should know he won, he did it for you” and gives her the best hug and shoulder he knows how to be because her parents aren’t there either and she must know why.

Imagine Harry staring over her head at everyone else until Hermione steps up–it doesn’t take long, but it takes long enough that when she does all eyes are on her as a source of motion–and says “we’re never going to forget this. They’re not going to get away with it” and the girlfriend just latches onto Hermione and everyone is in wands-out stance convinced she’s about to attack the shit out of Hermione, and then the girlfriend stares into her eyes and says “do you promise me” and Hermione just gives her this super-firm nod and says “I promise” and the girlfriend just collapses on her, sobbing. 

Imagine Dumbledore trying to give some flowery speech about inter-wizard solidarity while glossing over why, because Slytherins have always been a touchy subject, and Ron gets to his feet and says “Professor, I need to say something important” and Dumbledore is so surprised he just cedes the floor, and Ron–after that awkward moment when he realizes everyone is staring at him–says he didn’t know Warrington particularly, but he knows how Warrington and Harry played. That each was always cheering on the other. Both wanted to win, but neither was willing to undercut the other by underhanded means. He finishes up saying “I think–I think it’s important everyone should know he died being what a champion should be. Because he could have abandoned Harry and instead he stood up with him to play the game the honest way, and he died for it. And–and Slytherin House should be proud, and we should all be proud, because Warrington was a good bloke.” He sits back down all flustered because he didn’t actually stand up meaning to make a speech. And then Pansy Parkinson stands up before Dumbledore can take back control of the room and says “I want to tell Weasley thank you.” And all of Slytherin House raises a glass–to Warrington, to Weasley, to Potter–and the other houses follow suit. Many years later, Wizarding scholars will say that was the moment Voldemort truly lost.

Imagine later that summer. Harry gets several owls on his birthday, all unsigned. The birds are plump and pretentious and well-cared-for. He will never know which Slytherins sent him their treasures: parchments with hexes developed by the Death Eaters; a strange locket that will only open if he whispers a special spell but that always shows him the picture he most needs to see; a page torn from a potions book that, brewed properly, will allow him extra time to summon a Patronus by giving him a few crucial seconds not just of happiness but of bliss. It doesn’t matter. Harry knows these gifts not as birthday gifts but for what they really are, and he treasures the locket and copies out the potion to send to Hermione and Mrs. Weasley, and when first summoned by the Order of the Phoenix he marches straight up to Dumbledore with the hexes and says “I can’t tell you where I got these, Professor. But they’re in use by the Death Eaters and I think you should have them.” Months later, Sirius will recognize the spell Bellatrix shoots at him, and will dive out of the way just in the nick of time.

The final battle. Everyone is there. Sirius somehow ends up herding a group of Slytherins. They all stare at him and he at them, across a centuries-old divide Voldemort has only succeeded in deepening. Then he remembers the hexes. Harry’s locket, now tucked under Sirius’ shirt because Harry’s friends are with him in this battle but most of Sirius’ are dead. The moment that happiness potion saved Remus’ life, his very soul. Snape’s final words to Harry, finally seen not as mockery but real true advice. What Harry said Voldemort said–his first words in his new form. They are kids, and they are sharing the same kind of hurt he once wouldn’t admit to, watching his mother burn his name off the family tree. “When we go in there, it’s going to be hell,” he tells the Slytherins. “Some of you are probably going to die. I might go down too, and if I do I want your best curser in the front. But I want you all to remember one thing. There are no spares.”  Later retellings of the battle never fail to mention the moment a group of angry, screaming teens burst into the Great Hall, wearing their green and silver as the badge of honor it should be, shouting NO SPARES, NO SPARES at the tops of their voices in between hexes and curses and the occasional physical punch. When Hermione is present, she always interrupts the storyteller to be sure everyone knows about the moment Blaise Zabini shoved her to the floor, dropped on top of her, fired off three curses in rapid succession and said “stay alive, Granger, we need you” before jumping back to his feet and vanishing into the melee–how, for all anyone knows, those may have been his last words, and she will not let his sacrifice go unnoted. 

The aftermath. Malfoy holds out a hand to Sirius, badly injured on the floor. Sirius asks how Malfoy is willing to trust him. Malfoy nods at his chest. “You’ve got my godfather’s locket,” he says, and when Sirius and Harry finally speak after the battle Harry gives his full agreement to the very first thing out of  Sirius’ mouth. They give the locket to Malfoy. Sirius grits his teeth and closes his eyes and opens them and says “He probably saved my life, giving Harry that.” He doesn’t say thank you. Malfoy hears it anyway.

The school reopens under a single banner: the four Houses united. The House rivalry is reduced to just that–a competition in fun–with those deep divides slowly healing to scars, and eventually away to nothing at all.

Imagine it.

When we stand, we stand united as one

[blueboxbellethethird-deactivate]

And then there would be no hope for any uprising of evil, no users of the dark arts would dare to attack. There would be no neglected Slytherins turning to a darker cause. The unity Cassius Warrington’s death caused would come to save the world, time and time again, as would-be-Voldemorts find no followers. No children will ever have to fight their parents, or family. There would always be peace. 

[peaceheather]

oh christ somebody added to it and now i’m a soggy emotional wreck

[parseltonquinq]

I’m crying because this is what slytherins should have been and truly are

[madoneworld]

This is beautifully written and I wish it was in the books xx

[sprout2012]

This is such a fantastic read. A Slytherin triwizard champion sounds awesome.

[chocolateandteaforever]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELKbtFljucQ)

[ayearofthoughts]

[punkrockprofessor]

So.. you take writing promps? 'Cause I had a little random idea pop in my head: wolfstar modern AU with "I accidentally hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital."

If it ends at “freaking me out,” Tumblr is messing up the read more and you’re missing out :) 

“Everywhere you go they stop and stare,” Sirius crooned, not sure if his enunciation of all the words was actually messed up or if he was hearing things wrong. “Cause you’re bad an’ it shows. From your head to your…to your….knees? I can’t remember.”

“Are you…Are you trying to sing Mario to me after I nearly ran you over with my car?” the brown haired Angel cried in shock. 

Sirius could feel a dopey smile coming onto his face. “’Course! I’m tryna woo you so maybe…you can like, gimme a free pass to heaven.” 

“Oh my god, are you high or did I concuss you when I nearly ran you over with my car?” Angel said, sounding near hysterics and Sirius found himself frowning in concern. 

He put all his strength into raising his hand and flopping it onto Angel’s arm, trying to be reassuring. “It’s ‘kay, Angel. Don’t be sad, I won’t sue you. I’ll be fine,” Sirius said, patting him. 

“Why are you patting the road?” Angel said, sounding even more panicked. 

“Whoops,” Sirius giggled. “Thought it was your arm.” 

“Oh my god, where is the ambulance?” 

“Angel. Hey, Angel,” Sirius said. When he felt the other boy’s frantic gaze settle on his face, he gave him a smile. “Ooooh, Angel, Earth Angel, will you be mine?” he sang, “My darlin’ dear, love you all the time. ‘M just a fool, a fool in love with-” 

“Oh my god, stop flirting with me, you could be dead right now!” Angel exclaimed, flailing his noodle like limbs. “I could’ve killed you!” 

“I would’ve been honoured to be killed by you,” Sirius answered seriously.

“Jesus Christ,” Angel said.

“Angel, that’s blasphemy,” Sirius said, eyes wide in concern. “They’ll tear your wings out and throw you out of heaven.” Frowning in thought, Sirius said, “But it’s okay, I’ll take care of you. You can drink red bull and get your wings back. Red bull is like this human, energy dr-”

“Please,” Angel whispered. “Please stop talking, you’re freaking me out.” 

Afficher davantage

[cauldronsart]

he sometimes can’t help it but realise he’s bisexual and so crushing for sirius and no one can convince me otherwise

[chocolateandteaforever]

james potter: *invites sirius to stay with him after his family disowns him*

james potter: *tries to become an animagus to help remus when he turns into his werewolf form*

james potter: *changes for the better because he realizes that what he has done to his peers was very rude and arrogant*

james potter: *joins a group to help rid the wizarding world of dark wizards*

james potter: *supports all of his friends with his money*

james potter: *respects muggle-borns and would never mention the slur appointed towards them*

james potter: *ignores his bias towards snape and saves his life*

james potter: *is super proud to be a dad*

james potter: *fights off the most evil dark wizard wandless so his wife and son can escape*

james potter: *has one of the most impressive character developments ever and is a total sweetheart who cares so much about those who are close to him*

james potter haters: remember that one time he was a huge asshole towards snape?? YEA H I BET YOU DIDNT JAMES POTTERR R WAS A TOTAL ASSHOLE WHAT AN ASSHOLE WAHT AN AS S

[girlswillbeboys11]

Remus: Hey Lily, who does this remind you of?

Lily: Okay Remus I got you. I will second your James…

Lily: I’m so tough Lily! Look at my quidditch bod.

I’ll even raise you one Sirius Black

Lily: I’m a real…dog. Aren’t I?

Remus: I’m Sirius Black. I’m only a teenager and yet I have a full beard. It’s so sexy. Look at it guys.  I’m so sexy. 

Lily: I smoke cigarettes under the stars and contemplate the philosophical nature of life. I’m so bad ass and edgy.

Remus: No one could ever beat my quidditch bod. 

Lily: I’m beauty. I’m grace. I’m falling on my face.

Lily: *from the ground* Hey Evans

Remus: Oh! I love Lily SoooOOOOOOooooOOOOOOoooO Much!

Remus: If only I wasn’t too stubborn to tell her.

Lily: What?

Remus: Ummmm…nothing.

Remus: I actually haven’t said anything for a few minuets. Are you feeling okay? Lily?

Lily: You just said that James Potter loved me. Not like me. Love me. 

Lily: *internally* Wait! What…Why am I smiling? Do I like Potter?

Lily: *talking to herself* Of course! James Potter. I have feelings for James Potter

(Ooc Special thanks to @lundayy who as always was a phenomenal Remus, and @siriusly-not-over-remus for giving us a Sirius to mock <3 both of you) 

[chocolateandteaforever]

I need more James Potter appreciative posts!

[gonda-deactivated20210511]

“Would you prefer special guy? Or significant other?”

“Significant annoyance, in your case.”

Art is mine, pls, reblog, do not repost!