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[scaredpotter]

tbh the most unrealistic thing in harry potter is when mrs weasley in the first book asks “now what’s the platform number?”

like this woman has been going to that school for seven years and then dropped kids off on the same place for nearly ten like why on earth would she forget the platform number

[marauders4evr]

I still have the headcanon that Molly BAMF Weasley saw a scrawny underfed child with an owl who had no idea where he was going and looked lost and confused and was like, “Ah, yep, new son.” but didn’t want to scare him by outright approaching and asking if he needed help so she was just like, “MUGGLES, MUGGLES EVERYWHERE! DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE PLATFORM NUMBER TO WIZARD SCHOOL IS? WHAT’S THAT? NINE AND THREE QUARTERS? OH, YES, THAT’S RIGHT. THE PLATFORM NUMBER IS   N I N E   A N D   T H R E E    Q U A R T E R S!”

Of course seeing as how Harry isn’t the most observant bloke, she probably ushered her kids past him fifty times as different ones screamed the platform number until they finally got his attention.

[marauders4evr]

With that being said, and I’m extremely sorry for taking over your post:

11:45:

They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too m—

All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.

A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did he…? Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!

The poor child; he looked so lost.

Where were his parents?

Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldn’t startle him. He’d run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.

11:47 AM:

“Packed with Muggles of course,” Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy. “What’s the platform number again?”

“Nine and three quarters,” Percy said. “Mother, how could you have forg—?”

It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

The boy didn’t seem to notice them.

11:48 AM:

“Packed with Muggles of course,” said Molly again, marching her children past once more. “What’s the platform number?”

“Nine and three quarters,” Fred and George screamed in unison.

And still the boy remained lost.

11:49 AM:

“Mum,” Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her. “Slow down!”

Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy. “Packed with Muggles of course! Now, what’s the platform number?”

“Nine and three quarters,” Ron bellowed.

11:50 AM:

Molly honestly didn’t care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.

She marched past him with a fiery determination and said, “Packed with Muggles of course!”

The boy looked up.

Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.

They stopped.

“Now,” Molly said. “What’s the platform number?”

“Nine and three quarters,” piped Ginny.

Victory!

The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Molly’s insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered, “Tell him that everywhere else was full.”

He dutifully nodded.

As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.

Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. She had a jumper to knit.

[merle-bookdragon]

If I ever don’t reblog this post - assume I’m dead

[tgmember]

I love that Harry only notices the time that Ginny called out the platform number…😉

[weaselby418]

CANON

[olivieblake]

For you, @drsallysparrow, several months late.

“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”

“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?” 

“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”

“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”

He stopped, frowning in thought.

“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”

George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.

No, it said. Don’t feel like it.

Keep reading

[kinzelyn]

okay but wouldn’t life at Hogwarts be very chaotic if lazy students who forgot their quills and shit just used accio all the time like I imagine students walking down the hallway and constantly dodging things like a giant Herbology textbook that some kid forgot in his dorm

[kinzelyn]

okay but wouldn’t life at Hogwarts be very chaotic if lazy students who forgot their quills and shit just used accio all the time like I imagine students walking down the hallway and constantly dodging things like a giant Herbology textbook that some kid forgot in his dorm

[kinzelyn]

Saw the old Ever Yanny coming in on the Savannah River today

[gif87a-com]

[effyeffa]

when you go back to daydreaming after having been interrupted and your brain does a previously on of your fantasy

[allovera]

When you go back to daydreaming after being startled into the real world and your brain has to search through the ‘recently closed’ tabs to remember what you were daydreaming about

[effyeffa]

ok mood

[kinzelyn]

Why do people need to be so ominous when they say “we need to talk”. Like could you a least give me the topic instead of giving me heart palpitations and an entire day spent imagining all of the worst possible situations?

[kinzelyn]

One of the worst sort of pains is to admit something that you’ve spent hours, even days working up the courage to say, only to have the person you thought you could trust be disappointed in you. It’s as if somehow expressing your feelings only lead to more guilt and anxiety than you felt before.

[kinzelyn]

Person: Hey how are you?

Me: *internally having a mental breakdown from all of the repressed emotions and anxiety attacks while my life falls apart at the seams*

Me: *smiles* I'm good, how are you?

[kinzelyn]

I keep asking you if you still love me, and every time I am given the same heartbreaking answer, no. But I don't continue asking because I'm hoping one day you'll say yes. I keep asking because I've become accustomed to the pain. And without it I'm afraid I would go completely numb.

[tranquilist]

Here’s to the type of girls who spends endless time watching other people’s relationships portrayed through movies. The type who fantasizes about potential romantic connections yet does nothing when it comes to reality. The type that wants a perfect ending, but subconsciously skips through all of the things in between. The type that keeps waiting in her comfort zone, afraid of getting hurt. The daydreamers.

(via tranquilist)

[kinzelyn]

'I'll always love you' is a broken phrase. How do I know you won't wake up one day and feel differently? Or meet someone new and completely forget about me?

[kinzelyn]

You are my favorite chapter in the story of my life, one I could've kept reading forever, and never wanted to end.

[kinzelyn]

It's funny, for a moment I thought I knew what love was. But then you went and proved that even the nicest people will leave in an instant, without a second thought.

[kinzelyn]

I was angry at you for lying But now I realize I was wrong I should be mad at myself instead For trusting you for so long

[kinzelyn]

Nothing will damage me more than watching you fall for someone new when I used to think you were my soul mate.