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when it’s september so you’re skippin this town to get yoself back to Hogwarts where everything is magicool and totally awesome
happy september first to all the hotties nerds and tools (but mostly the nerds)
September 1, 1991 / September 1, 2017.
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
all was well.
Every night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
a Not Happy thought: the “you look so much like your father"s die off as harry gets older. by the time he’s thirty, he begins to miss it.
Implying both that people who remember James Potter are dead and that James Potter did not get to be old.
Harry Potter ran a hand through his hair, staring at his reflection in the lift doors. Was it him or was it beginning to thin?
Ginny used to tease him about it, when he nervously ran his hands over it out of old habits, saying he’d rub himself bald. She didn’t tease him about it now, though, which might mean it was actually happening.
He sighed; how old his reflection had gotten. The years passed and he knew that well enough, but each reflective surface still came at a bit of a shock.
He remembered the first time he looked in a regular mirror and saw his father staring out. Not approximations of his father, not the oft-comment of “you look just like James” from some adult, but actually looked in the mirror and saw the same man he knew from photographs.
And he remembered when he looked in the mirror and his father was gone and he was back to approximations. Looking like James Potter never had a chance to.
It was a morbid way of counting birthdays. This year I’m older than my father got to be. This year older than Remus and Snape. This year older than Sirius. In a few years he would be older than Alastor Moody.
No one ever said he looked like his father anymore.
The doors opened onto the floor for The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The Department had two settings: chaos when some magical mishap had to be brought in to be dealt with, and silence when everyone was off tackling the mishap in person. Today was the latter but that was fine. It was James’ turn on desk duty, which was the reason he’d come down, brown bags in hand. It was the only time he could ever seem to wrangle his oldest son for lunch.
Only when he got to the desk, a young witch - a child who hardly looked old enough to be at Hogwarts much less to have graduated from it - smiled up at him.
“Mr. Potter! I have a message for you from your son. They had a catastrophe that really needed his expertise so he had to go.”
Harry gave a small smile. “You’re new, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Just started last month.”
“Ah. First thing you should know is to never believe James Potter, especially when it comes to desk duty. He’ll do anything to get out of desk duty.”
She gave a smile you would give to an elderly relative doling out advice. “I will remember that next time.”
Oh well, if he was playing the role already, might as well commit. “And don’t let him push you around or beg off. He’ll always have a good reason but you’ve earned your field time like anyone else. And since I brought it down, you can have his lunch.”
That got a laugh as she took the bag. “Thank you. You’re welcome to join me…?”
He waved her off. “No, no, I have paperwork to deal with anyway. But thank you.”
He was about to turn back when she spoke.
“Y’know, it’s remarkable. I would’ve known who you were from a mile off.”
Harry raised an indulgent eyebrow. Four decades had dimmed people’s immediate recognition of him as The-Boy-Who-Lived, especially among the younger crowd, but it was hardly an uncommon occurrence. Still, he acted as if he didn’t know what she meant. “Oh?”
“Oh yes. You look so much like James.”
Time seemed to stop after her words. He didn’t breathe or blink, everything paused in a moment of both newness and familiarity.
Then it was done but the weight of his shoulders had eased a little bit and he gave a brief but genuine smile. Then he laughed. “Don’t say that to him; he’d be mortified.”
“I’ll remember that if he tries to put me on desk duty again then,” she teased.
Harry chuckled and waved and got back on the lift. When the doors closed and he saw himself again, he decided it didn’t really matter much if his hair was thinning. He could do with less of it anyway.
Rupert Grint is basically Ron Weasley. Even his driving license proves it.
Rupert interview with RupertGrint.net during A Celebration of Harry Potter in Orlando. (January 29th, 2016)
Molly and Arthur Weasley raised seven kids on one government salary.
Molly and Arthur Weasley raised those seven children to be courageous and loyal and kind.
Molly and Arthur Weasley were purebloods who made it a point to be known as “the biggest blood traitors there are”.
Molly and Arthur Weasley raised Fred and George during their accidental magic stages without letting the house burn down.
Molly and Arthur Weasley treated Harry as their own child, not because of his fame, but because he was Ron’s friend and he was in desperate need of a family.
Molly and Arthur Weasley made sure that everyone who entered their home felt loved and cared for and well fed.
Molly and Arthur Weasley won money and spent it on a family trip to see their son and help their daughter out of the depression she was sinking into.
Molly and Arthur Weasley sent Easter eggs and Christmas sweaters and fudge to their children while making sure to include enough for friends.
Molly and Arthur Weasley went out of their way to secure two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup on top of the eight for their own family, just to ensure that Hermione and Harry were included.
Molly and Arthur Weasley warned Harry about Sirius Black and tried to keep him with them after Voldemort’s return and tried to shield him from Order business because they remembered how young he was, how utterly unfair it was for the world to expect so much from him.
Molly and Arthur Weasley are so damn important.
Hufflepuff aesthetic: sitting after a long day; pulling your blanket back on when it falls off in the night; broken cinnamon sticks; jumpers that are too big; putting on warm socks; your pet resting their head on your lap; butterfly kisses; extra creamy hot chocolate; humming in the morning;
Gryffindor aesthetic: being breathless after running; spinning fast on office chairs; untying your hair; having dirty feet; finishing big breakfast; holding hands; fire crackling; having red lips from berries; burning the tips of your fingers on hot drinks; brushing your hands through fur;
Slytherin aesthetic: making perfect paper creases; sucking on ice; rooms with high ceilings; looking up at the stars; getting up for a drink of water at night; brushing your hair behind your ears; heels clicking on polished floors; dancing home alone; driving fast; jumping high on trampolines; charcoal on fingers; blasting music on headphones; being light-headed after a sleep in;
Ravenclaw aesthetic: covering your eyes with your hair; cold wind on your face; brushed teeth; finishing a long book series; wearing extravagant clothes at home for no reason; sipping lemonade through straws; multi-tasking; hot showers; staying up late; quiet music; the taste of mint; perfectly sharpened pencils;
My editor won’t let any of the characters swear. Which is sometimes difficult because Ron is definitely a boy who would swear.
J.K. Rowling (via accioronaldweasley)
Dumbledore: Ah, yes, I see Harry Potter's eleventh birthday is coming up. Since his relatives are Muggles, should we do the customary house visit a week before his birthday?
Minerva: No, Albus, I think I'm just going to fuck that Vernon Dursley up with 500000000 owl letters. *puts on shades and ollies out*
Dumbledore: I'm so glad I hired that woman.
I just came to a 2 a.m. realization.
Gryffindor: I want to be.
Slytherin: I will be.
Ravenclaw: I could be.
Hufflepuff: I try to be.
That’s more accurate than most Hogwarts House quizzes. That’s not an exaggeration.
Oh man, I cried so hard when Fred got eliminated from America’s Next Top Model.
7 Weasleys stand before me but I only have 6 photos in my hands.
The Weasley who is not called must immediately pack their bags and go home.
Only 6 Weasleys will continue on to be America’s Next Top Model.
I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU. WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU.
NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I YELLED AT A WEASLEY LIKE THIS.
WHO will be america’s next top weasley?
so this is how we’re coping now
It HUUUURTS. :(
Who said we were coping? :(
so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop
#ron and hermione spicing it up in the bedroom
first I was afraid
what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?