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a harry potter dreamcast | the ladies of gryffindor, class of ‘98 i’ll swallow my blood before i swallow my pride
Ella Yelich-O’Connor as Hermione Granger Jordan Richardson as Lavender Brown Gabourey Sidibe as Alice Tolipan Sonam Kapoor as Parvati Patil Samira Wiley as Fay Dunbar
Harry Potter Next Generation ⌊ Roxanne Weasley portrayed by Antonia Thomas
Molly Weasley knowing her youngest is trans long before Ginny comes out, and reassuring her daughter that “we’ll still get you new clothes as quick as we can, dear. Ron’s hand-me-downs just wont do, will they?”, whenever Ginny worries about her transitioning being a burden to her family.
Molly Weasley immediately accepting the fact that Ron likes girls, “but also wouldn’t mind dating a guy like Krum”, and instead of making a big deal about it, just tells him embarrassing tales of her romantic life.
Molly Weasley finding out about Aspie Hermione and helping her sew weights into her robes and making her stim toys and teaching her spells to help with noise. (And never hesitanting in any of this, even when’s she’s mad at Hermione, because her anger will never overshadow her need to care).
Molly Weasley send the Twins constant letters reminding them to study, as well as little ways she finds to improve focus, and reminding them that even if their ADHD makes it too hard sometimes, she’s still so proud of them.
Molly Weasley doing everything she can to help Percy feel comfortable with his OCD, even in the chaos of the Burrow, and never going into his room because she knows it makes him paranoid, and not getting mad if his compulsions get in the way of her cleaning.
Molly Weasley meeting Ginny’s new friend Luna, who switches pronouns whenever, and always making sure to ask Luna for the proper ones whenever they see each other.
Molly Weasley sending howlers to anyone at Hogwarts who makes fun of Harry for the panic attacks he has. (Malfoy ends up with quite a few of them).
Molly Weasley happily accepting that she’ll never have grandchildren from her ace aro son Charlie, who prefers dragons to people anyway.
Molly Weasley sending extra care-packages to Hogwarts, with strict instructions to “give to whoever needs it most”.
Molly Weasley being a safe place for all her kids to turn to, even the ones she didn’t raise.
Molly Weasley being a Mother with a capital M.
Harry Potter in AU!Ancient Asia: Hogwarts founders in India
They were there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour, Ron looking incredibly freckly, /Hermione VERY BROWN/, both waving frantically at him.
lol but hermione can’t possibly be poc right (via azuila)
(This is from the bottom of page 55, POA). The arguments I see against this (and such quotes from other racially ambiguous literary characters i.e. Katniss) are always “but she’s white and tanned in the sun”. Do these people not know POC also tan? And Harry is describing Hermione as very brown here, not just brown or tan as someone would more likely observe were she white.
So, in conclusion, the read from this that Hermione is a person of color is entirely legitimate and totally within canon. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe there are no other descriptions of Hermione’s skin tone in the series.
(via pocharrypotter)
We’re watching the first Harry Potter movie tonight
AND THEY ARE ALL BABIES
BABIES
They trip over the words, the syllables and sounds sitting strangely on their tongues. Latin. Greek. Old English, the language of the Saxons. Words that can be meant, but never felt. They move their wrists, but the movements are all wrong. Too fluid, too flowing, not the precise jerky movements that declare forthright intent and blunt direction and no appreciation for the finer points of the whys and wherefores.
To understand this, you must remember that the wands came to them only in 1829.
No, that’s wrong. You might think, therefore, that they had a choice in the matter, but they didn’t. In 1759, for the first time, they were told they couldn’t practice magic the way they did anymore. It was the British, the muggles, as the Confederation called it. They couldn’t have them know about magic and they needed a way to make sure there weren’t any violations of the Statute of Secrecy. A trace.
The trace does not work on wandless magic, or ritual magic, of course. Oh, a signal registers, yes. Magic has been used, that much is clear - but who? There is no way of pinpointing it.
It starts out that way, in 1759. In 1829, they learn for the first time that their magic, all wandless, is inferior to that of the magic produced by the wand. Wand magic is swift, precise and immediate - it is the future of magic. When put that way; a choice between lingering in the romantic past or moving into the future and accepting progress; there is only one choice to be made. To take up wands and learn new words. Another language, that is what it boils down to in the end. Their language is old, but too old - that is something you thought would never have been said by men and women who value, above everything else, ancient bloodlines and ancestries that can be traced back centuries. Age, it seems, is virtuous only as far back as the founding of the Greek kingdoms.
Two centuries. That is enough and yet not enough. It sits wrong. Something is missing - and they do not know what.
Some of them, they invent their own spells. Spells they really feel, because magic, magic is about thought, emotion and will coming together in one swift moment and then exploding, coursing through one’s veins to create, to do, to be. In the end, these polyglot spells are truly theirs - neither here nor there, just like them and so, easier to be felt and to be willed into existence. In the end, magic is their heart and if they cannot feel their magic - does not that take something so very fundamental away from them?
Some of them, they break their wands and perform wandless magic alone once they have outgrown the reaches of the Ministry and the International Confederation of Wizards. Talented witches and wizards who will never receive the adulation that those who perform magic without wands in England, in Europe, will be awarded for daring to go beyond the bounds of normal magic. They will disappear completely - law abiding citizens in the wrong place at the wrong time, doing the wrong kind of magic for the rest of their lives with nothing but the quiet comfort that they are doing magic the way it was once done by their ancestors to keep them company.
There are others who refused to take up wands, who refused to hide from the muggles and to give up their old ways of magic. They are called criminals nowadays. Whole groups of people, just like that, because they would not comply with the Statute of Secrecy.
And lastly, there are those who one day look at their wands and ask themselves if it might not be better to send the muggle friends of these witches and wizards who were so concerned for their safety - for the continued secret of their existence - back home where they belonged. Who ask themselves if their wands, once tools of their oppression, might not be turned against their oppressors. Who will ask themselves, why should we stand by in silence while our comrades-in-arms suffer for the sake of secrecy and the safety of men and women who live pampered lives in a faraway land - who will never know what it means to starve or to watch men die or to have to turn one’s collar points down for fear that it might give offense to a well-dressed English gentleman?
And having answered those questions, those are the witches and wizards who will take up their wands - who have taken up their wands and fought because magic is not magic and non-magic but magic is magic is magic, because magic was given to them all, because it is their land and their identity.
Those witches and wizards; they are the ones who will never be remembered in Hogwarts, or for that matter, any of the history books they use to teach them there. Zuhair Shafiq. Parvati Zuhair Shafiq (nee Chatterjee). Siddhant Patil. Ram Chandra Azad. Padma Mukherjee. Ramesh A. Rajkumar. Sunil P. Jadhav. Joseph de Silva. Sharda Rajagopalachari. Sana M. Syed. The All-India Jadukara Azaadi Association. Thousands of names that would take far too long to list - witches and wizards who asked themselves why and found they had no answer, not until they took up their wands and fought for freedom.
You could argue that their fight was in vain. In 1950, the Indian Ministry of Magic was formed and signed the Statute of Secrecy. But the fight for freedom, the fight against these wands is a struggle that will continue, always continue until once again the magic sits comfortably in their skin and their tongues no longer stumble over spells and they find that they can move their wrists as they were once wont to - and the magic will burst forth and they will be as they have never been for two hundred years.
That, that, is freedom. That is independence.
My poc Harry Potter is inked :D
My headcanon is that James is of Indian decent, his family coming into the UK when the big emigrations happened, which would make him second-generation and Harry third-generation. (And the names anglicized for reasons of integration - I want to sit down and work out their non-anglicised names and a proper back story for this - this is a bodged together thing at the moment)
I still need to get proper copies of this and my woc Hermione
hermione relaxing after a long day of being the brightest witch of her age
Follow up to [X]
okay but i’ve been thinking about ginny weasley and how great it is that she was always so confident in the dating world and now i’m suddenly desperate for bisexual ginny headcanons
like, ginny being just as confident and popular with girls & nonbinary peeps as with boys, ginny really stretching out her muscles and figuring out what she likes in a partner, ginny calling out anyone who calls her promiscuous when she has never cheated on a datemate, ginny just being as goddamn happy as she deserves to be (except when people say she must be straight because she married harry; then she is angry as fuck and whoever said that finds themselves with an odd rash the next day)
I just had a thought and now I've got a beautiful Harry Potter headcanon
Picture this: A Hogwarts student comes to realize and understand that they are transgender. They’ve just come out to the entirety of the school.
For the purpose of this headcanon, we’ll say that the student identifies as male.
He is dreading another year of sleeping in the female dorms, but doesn’t think there’s anything to be done about it. But then the stairs do that thing where they turn into a slide when male students try to enter the female dorm and they won’t let him in
so he gets to move into the male dorm
Imagine how great it would feel to have the castle, to have magic itself, recognize your gender identity and force everyone else to recognize it as well.
So that’s my headcanon: Hogwarts recognizes and accepts a student’s gender identity
Refresh the Fancast for the Love of God: Carmen Solomons as Lily Evans
"It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and startling green almond-shaped eyes — Harry’s eyes."
james celebrating diwali with little harry in 1981 and conjuring little sparklers for harry to wave around
diwali was october 27th, 1981
james was praying for the defeat of darkness by the light with little harry in his lap and, four days later, it happened
funny how effective prayer can be
Refresh the Fancast For The Love of God: Girish Kumar as James Potter
“It was as though he was looking at himself but with deliberate mistakes. James’s eyes were hazel, his nose was longer than Harry’s, and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thin face, same mouth, same eyebrows. James’ hair stuck up at the back exactly as Harry’s did, his hands could have been Harry’s and Harry could tell that when James stood up they would be within an inch of each other’s heights.”
harry potter + everyone is a lady, inspired by x
There are two wars.
Gittel is at Durmstrang when she hears. She’s in the corridor by the potion laboratories with Rozalija and Audra—the only other Lithuanian girls in her class—when her owl comes through the window and lands on her shoulder.
“Someone’s writing from home,” she tells them, unfolding the letter. “My brother, Elizer. He says—he says there are Germans in Šeduva, that they’re rounding up the Jewish families, forcing them to work—”
“Good,” Rozalija says. “My mother says the Jews are rotten. All they do is steal from us. It’s about time someone imposed some laws on them.”
“I am Jewish,” Gittel says, trying to keep her voice calm. “Or did you forget? When have I ever stolen from you?”
“Not you, specifically,” Audra says, a little embarrassed. “Your people.”
You must come home, Eliezer writes, you must use your magic to help us.
I have to stay at school, Gittel writes back.
There are two wars.
There are whispers in the corridors about Grindelwald and his followers torturing wix from non-magical families, and Gittel thinks of the look on her father’s face when an owl came to their window with a letter tied to its leg.
A boy grabs her arm as he walks past her, hisses in her ear. “Your blood is filthy.” Lets her go, pushes her against the wall.
She wonders how he knows. Maybe she is wearing her surprise on her sleeve, a star that lights up every time something magical turns her eye, every time something happens that she never knew was possible.
There’s a symbol scratched into the wall, a triangle with a circle inside it and a line through it. Gittel wonders why people need a picture for their cause.
There are two wars.
Another letter comes from Eliezer, his handwriting sprawled and urgent. Gittel has to squint to read it—she’s lost a little bit of her Yiddish with every year she spends away from home. He writes that in other towns, they’ve started herding the Jews out of the ghettos in trucks.
He does not know where they are taking them. He fears that Šeduva will be next.
Come home, Gittel.
Another boy grabs her arm in the corridor, but this one does not push her aside. He slips a piece of parchment in her pocket without a word. She doesn’t read it until she’s alone in her dormitory.
Δ ○ | Resist
“I cannot,” she tells herself. Her education is more important than fighting in a war.
There are two wars.
It’s a Friday morning when the school is called to assembly in the courtyard by the front gates. “What do you suppose is so important that we had to leave our hex class?” Rozalija asks.
The Headmaster conjures a platform and raises himself above the crowd. “A school ought not take sides in a war,” he says. “But we can no longer allow Muggle-born students to attend our school.”
They are told that they have a week to gather their belongings and make their way home. There is nothing more for them at Durmstrang.
“It was only a matter of time,” Audra says.
“Perhaps it will be better this way,” Rozalija says.
There are two wars.
The day before Gittel is due to leave Durmstrang and return home, one of the boys in the courtyard is reading a Muggle newspaper.
“Where did you get that?” Gittel asks him.
“I’m not telling you, mudblood,” he says.
She hides behind a tree as he reads it aloud to his friends.
“… and they have taken all the Jews in Šiauliai…”
Her home county. It seems too easy, too sudden, but now Gittel has no home to return to.
There are two wars.
“We’ll miss you!” Audra says. “Do you think we’ll see you again?”
“I don’t think so,” Gittel says. She doesn’t think they’ll miss her, either.
She takes a train away from Durmstrang with the other Muggle-born students. There are first years there, crying in fear, and older students holding their hands and telling them that everything will be alright.
The train pulls into its destination and the former students flood out, looking for their families. Gittel has not heard from Eliezer in weeks.
There are two wars, but both wars are fought over the false worship of one blood over another. Both wars are forcing Gittel from her home, and she wants to fight in both. But she finds the newspapers at the station, she reads the headlines, and she loses hope that she’ll ever see her family again. She still has magic, though. She still has her wand, and there’s one war that still needs fighters.
There are tears in her eyes, but there is still a piece of parchment in her pocket. Resist.
She sees the boy who gave it to her leaving the station and she runs after him.
“Wait!”
(submitted by memordes. This piece is a poignant and touching look at how these two wars - magical and muggle - could have intersected.)
