death risen;

Independent & Selective HP blog. "I will not tell you what you want to hear, but, I'll tell you this: Under pressure, is how a diamond's made. And I think, so is a good man." (Tracking: mortesurrexit)

[mortesurrexit]

friendshipandbravery:

Hermione’s mouth fell open, gaping at Harry as if she could hardly believe he’d just said that. “I do not want to earn extra credit from that! You have to treat me equally with the others, otherwise no one will take you seriously, Harry! You have to focus on mutual respect and understanding and not to mention knowledge a-and tests.” She said all of this very fast before it dawned on her that he might be teasing her. Oh, that…

“…You arse, Harry Potter. You might have a thing for the whole student/teacher scenario, but I don’t.” She huffed, relaxing slightly when she realized she’d over-reacted on his little joke. 

Harry can’t hold back the laughter that bursts forth. She’d fallen for it just as he’d expected and the results were nothing but amusing to him. “First off, I’m not exactly worried about people taking me seriously. They didn’t for years and I was right,” he pointed out. He was used to it. He stood up and wandered over to grab a few pieces of bread and stick them into the toaster. So maybe there were some muggle conveniences in the house he’d inherited. He’d grown up with them so he couldn’t help that he liked them.

“Second, I’m pretty sure I have enough knowledge to teach these classes.” He’d already planned on doing more reading and research into the subject to see what else he could find. Harry wasn’t taking the job lightly. He wanted to do this well and make McGonagall proud. The teenager turned away from the toaster and wandered back over to her. “That scenario isn’t really my thing. I only like it because it’s with you,” he cheekily informed her. Before she could call him an ‘arse’ again he bent over and pressed his lips to hers.

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friendshipandbravery:

“W-what?” That thought hadn’t even crossed her mind yet, too surprised of the idea that Harry would be a professor to think that she would be dating her professor. “That’s not– I won’t be dating my professor, I-I’ll be dating you. There’s a difference, Harry.” Though she failed to think of a way to explain the difference. 

“I’ll be dating you and you just..h-happen to be my–” She was blushing now and even failed to finish her sentence. While some might see it as adventurous or even kinky to be dating ones professor, Hermione only found it slightly disturbing. Not that it made her repulsed by Harry or anything, it was just really messing up the natural, built in respect she had for any member of the staff at Hogwarts. 

“Is there a difference?” he mused. “I’m fulfilling the role as professor at school and you’re going to be my student. I think that means you’re dating your teacher.” Of course Harry knew what she meant. While in the classroom he was the instructor and she was the pupil, but outside of it they were just themselves. Plain old Harry and Hermione that’ve known each other since they were eleven and were now a couple. He just couldn’t not tease her.

Harry didn’t stop himself from grinning at the blush staining her cheeks. It amused him to see this rile her up so easily. After a bit surely she’d adjust and things would be just fine. For the time being, however, he’d decided that he’s going to immensely enjoy it. “This is a good thing if you think about it.” He raised his glass and took a few sips of his pumpkin juice. “You’ll have loads of different opportunities and ways to earn extra credit that no one else will.” He kept his expression as nonchalant as possible, wondering if she’d take it as him being serious or not when he was actually joking.

[nadiea]

[zeusbuilt-deactivated20180309]

absenceofbreath:

—the king’s men, nora sakavic

[taz-skylar]

The Potter Family // we rise and we fall and we break (insp)

[mortesurrexit]

potterlyjames:

James understood that Harry was likely equal parts embarrassed and scared of bringing Ginny to a family dinner with Lily. “Perfect son.” He said leaning over to pat him on the back. “You will see Harry, it won’t nearly be as bad as you think.” 

“Sure, dad.” He only hoped he was right.

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About a month passed and he found himself leaving Gryffindor Tower with Ginny to meet his parents after the latest Quidditch match. After the game they’d gone back to change for their dinner with his parents. The entire walk back down to the grounds consisted of the dark haired boy continuously telling his girlfriend it weren’t too late to back out. That she could claim she didn’t feel good or something and avoid the trouble of the dinner. Of course the redhead was just as stubborn as him and refused to bow out.

The moment his parents came into view Harry actually dropped her hand and felt his stomach give a nervous drop. They’d known Ginny for a while now but it’s different. They’re dating and about to have a family dinner. The two came to a stop in front of his parents and he allowed himself to be pulled into a hug by Lily before facing James.

“Hi, Dad,” he greeted with a tense smile.

[mortesurrexit]

HARMONY

SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:

Who said “I love you” first: Hermione, because honestly, can you see Harry saying it first?

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: This one is tough, but I’d have to go with most likely Hermione.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Hermione. She’s always had a way with words.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Hermione might do it from time to time, but Harry does it more frequently because he can’t help himself. It amuses him too much not to bring her something home when he sees it in the store.

Who initiated the first kiss: Harry did and it temporarily backfired (our thread, oops).

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Hermione since she’s generally an earlier riser than Harry.

Who starts tickle fights: Both of them do. It’s a nice way to force the other to stop being so serious.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Oh, definitely Harry.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: I feel like they’d both do this, but Hermione would do it much more often.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Considering how horribly awkward Harry can be when it comes to dating, especially early on, Harry. But also considering how long they’ve been friends it’s not too bad.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Harry. Let’s be honest, he probably got used to doing this in the dorm all those years with Ron.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Definitely Harry.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

[ooc-charming-david]

SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:

Who said “I love you” first

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Who initiated the first kiss

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Who starts tickle fights

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

[withfireinourbellies]

mortesurrexit

Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it.

Mortesurrexit is the Harry to my Hermione. There was a while when I thought you really were Harry and I don’t know if there exists a higher compliment than that?? I still think you’re Harry tbh.

We talk so easily and we’re on the same wavelength and we both want hilarious and angst-filled and sweet threads together and I just love that about you! It’s never awkward for me to talk to you or to say “hey! I got an idea!” because I know you’re probably 90% up for it. 

You write so well and I would be lying if I said I didn’t wish I could write just as well, it was intimidating to write with you in the beginning but I feel so comfortable writing with you now– yet I’m still in awe of how you make words go together so prettily. 

Basically, please never stop being you, okay? Thanks <3

[mortesurrexit]

friendshipandbravery:

Hermione knew she had heard correctly, there was nothing wrong with her hearing after all, but it still didn’t seem to sink in. She stared at him, almost waiting for a very late April’s Fools. When she realized that wouldn’t happen, she glanced down at the letter and started reading. 

“Professor….Potter….” She said slowly, trying out those two words for the first time in her life. It didn’t sound natural, but that didn’t mean she was opposed to the idea. Hogwarts did need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and Harry was qualified, but he was so young. Not to mention she would be his  s t u d e n t! 

“C-congratulations!” She stuttered, realizing she probably should’ve said it sooner. “Well done, Harry!” 

Professor Potter. It was strange hearing it out loud and even stranger coming from Hermione. Out of the two of them she’s the one more qualified to teach as an actual certified member of the Hogwarts staff. Except...well, she’d even admitted that Defense Against the Dark Arts isn’t her strongest subject. Anything other than the subject she could’ve taught with ease.

He would love to see her try and teach Divination.

“Thanks, Hermione,” he replied with an amused expression shaping his features. Clearly she’s just as stunned as he’d been upon reading the letter. He’s going to have to figure out the first month of lessons at least before they board the train for school in a couple of weeks. Thankfully he already has some ideas for the different years already forming. “It’s going to be weird being called that. I’m sure Dean and Seamus will love taking the mickey out of me for it.” He can’t really blame them.

Harry observed her for a moment or two in silence before speaking back up. “So, how’s it feel dating your professor?” he quipped, unable to help himself.

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friendshipandbravery:

Waking up alone was a strange sensation after having spent so many nights with Harry and Hermione realized she must’ve been very tired last night if she slept longer than him. After stifling yet another yawn and tying her hair up in a loose bun, she ventured downstairs to try and find Harry and some breakfast.

Both were, thankfully, in the kitchen and she smiled when she saw him. “Good morning to you too.” She wasn’t sure where he was going with his question and the frown on her face would’ve informed him of that as she looked at him before she sat down. 

“Well, your knowledge has only expanded, hasn’t it? I’m sure you’d be just as good now as you were then, if not better. Why?” 

He really probably should’ve greeted her better but he’s much too eager for the usual morning pleasantries. It’d taken a fair amount of self control not to just rush back upstairs and jump onto the bed to wake her after sending off his written reply. Her reasoning made enough sense. Somehow he’d actually survived the final battle with Lord Voldemort--something that still amazes him nearly three months later--and that had to make him at least semi qualified with all of the knowledge he’s gained over the course of the last so many years too.

Right?

“I was just wondering what your opinion is on the topic. I’m still planning on being an auror as soon as we graduate, but...” He’d promised Kingsley he’d be at the Ministry of Magic to collect his offer the day after he finished school. He still can’t believe Hermione actually convinced him to put it off and go back, but he hadn’t had the heart to be separated from her after everything they’ve been through together.

“...you’re looking at your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.” Harry sat down across from her and picked up the letter, handing it over as proof that he’s not merely messing with her. That he really does have the position for the upcoming school year.

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starter for the wonderful @friendshipandbravery

Hermione was almost always up before Harry and had been since they were in first year. That morning, however, he found himself unable to sleep and got up before she’d even risen yet. He was glad he had, because the newly appointed Headmistress McGonagall had already sent a letter to him that Kreacher had left on the kitchen table. He’d sat there for a while in silence as he debated over his response. In the end, he decided on taking her offer both because it was a good opportunity and he wanted to do something for her in return after all the years of unwavering support she’d given him. Harry quickly scrawled back a response and sent the old house elf to deliver it.

He’d just been rereading the letter for what felt like the millionth time and sipping a glass of pumpkin juice when Hermione entered the kitchen. “Oh, good. You’re up,” he stated in greeting. “There’s something I want to ask you.” He turned the letter over and retrieved a glass of pumpkin juice for her, placing it down on the table. “I know you thought I’d be a good teacher in fifth year when you suggested I help others learn how to defend themselves. But what about now? I mean, as a professor for it?”

[mortesurrexit]

pxtionmaster:

So, apparently, Harry didn’t even see it fit to grant him a reply, Severus thought bitterly and a surge of fresh anger went through him when his son had the nerve to glare at him so menacingly. Honestly was he trying to embarrass his father to the fullest extend? Even if he couldn’t help being sorted into Gryffindor- which Severus was quite convinced he could- defying his authority in class was obviously intentional.

However, it wouldn’t do to throw a tantrum in front of a group of first years, so the potions master bit his tongue and went on with his lesson as usual, doing his absolute best not to look at Harry or his companion for the remainder of the 2 hour course. Instead, he focussed on his Slytherins, who seemed eager to learn and be taught by their head of house- even though he fully suspected it to be their way to get into his good books instead of a genuine interest in potions.

By the end of the lesson Severus felt far more run down than he usually did, something that could only be explained by the presence of his son, because if it wasn’t for him the professor wouldn’t have had to go out of his way and tiptoe around to avoid drawing attention to their relationship. Merlin, why did he have to be the only potions master available at Hogwarts? But Harry’ behavior had been out of line, and he wasn’t about to let that slip- especially not from his own son, so when the students started making their way out of class he scraped his throat dramatically, once more receiving full attention.

             “Mr. Snape-

                       A word, 

                                 if you see it fit to speak to me this time?”

The lesson his father gave wasn’t the most interesting to the young boy. He’d heard all about the art of potion making since he was little and even then he’d (to an extent) drown out with his inner thoughts. It wasn’t that he thought the craft is useless. He knows just how important it is. He’s just more intrigued by other subjects. He did, however, concentrate as much as he could while taking down notes in order to ignore the overzealous Slytherins headed by none other than Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, the class still passed quickly enough and he packed his things as the bell rung.

Except he didn’t get to leave with the rest of the students because his father decided he wanted a word with him. He glanced over at Ron and gave him a nod, signaling that he’d meet up with him right after. Harry finished stuffing his belongings into his bag save for his textbook and walked over to the professor’s desk. The dark haired boy tried keeping his expression as neutral as possible. Being rebuked by his own father in front of his fellow students had been embarrassing enough. Now he had to speak to him after class.

“Yes?” he inquires in response. He just wants to get this over with so he can make it to his next class on time with Ron and then get to lunch. The food at Hogwarts so far has been amazing and he can’t wait to see what’s provided for their next meal. With the way Ron talks about it because of his older siblings it must be even better than he can imagine. Harry’s grip tightens on his textbook and he doesn’t break eye contact with his father.

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whyspiders:

he  was  young  and  little    ,          incomparable  to  bill         &            charlie  as  the  two  had  towered  over  him  in  life  and  beyond  it.         ron  was  the  youngest  brother         /              ALMOST   COMPETING         with  a  sister  even  if  he  never  knew  it.              dressed  in  rags  and  only  recognized  by  his  last  name  for  the  bright       OPACITY        of  his  ginger  hair.            ❛                  i  have  to  say    ,           i’m  glad  i  sat  with  you  on  the  train  rather  than  neville    ,           harry              ❜              his  own  story  awaited  beyond  dark  ensembles        &       scrumptious  attributes                ❛                 you’re  far  more  interesting                 ❜                     and  ron  was  a  weasley            .     .     .               it  was  time  to  recreate        HISTORY     !

he can’t help the BRIGHT SMILE that lifts the corners of his mouth. he’s so glad he isn’t the only one happy with the result of their train ride together. for once the hand of destiny had dealt him something good. “so am i.” it’s nice to have a real friend for once. he’s still not sure how his fame will shape his time at hogwarts but with ron by his side he’s not worried about it. he has a feeling they’re going to be the best of friends. learning he’s a wizard is the best thing to happen thus far in his short life. “i can’t wait for tomorrow.”

[mortesurrexit]

whyspiders:

PISH   POSH     !                he  half  -  heartedly  laughed  with  a  scoff  intertwining  into  the  mixture.          laying  back  in  bed  with  arms  now  crossed  over  his  chest                (              close  to  rolling  his  eyes              )   ,        harry  was  just          indescribable   .                  ❛                 i  was  exaggerating ,                ❜                 lips  press  together   ,            lavish  tongue  now  wetting  a  dry  bottom  lip              ❛               she’s                      .      .      .             a  delight                 ❜                   she  was  soft         &          hard  with  intricate  hair  that  flowed  like  a  waterfall   ,         which  practically  choked  him  every  time                 ———————–              he  called  her  darling  sometimes  in  the  morning  when  rubbing  away  fatigue  from  his  cordial  blue  eyes      .              ❛              i  am  happy           ❜        it  comes  out  breathless    ,        as  if  it  were  pent  up  inside  him  and  it  was  finally  released.      an  awkward  silence  soon  followed  just  as  it  had  before.     

try as he might he can’t hold back the SNORT of derision that escapes him when ron calls his girlfriend a ‘delight.’ he’s never held any ill will towards their fellow gryffindor but she can get rather...trying especially when glued to the hip of her best friend. he just can’t figure out why ron likes her so much. from what he can tell they don’t really have anything in common and half of the time the redhead seems to be keen on avoiding her. “right, well, whatever you say, won won.” he shrugs and gets comfortable on his own mattress, pulling the blankets up to his shoulders. “you can be happy with your girlfriend, i can be ecstatic with mine, and we can just stay out of each other’s relationship then.” it sounds fair to him.

[mortesurrexit]

friendshipandbravery:

Hermione knows that Harry is right, Ron is the sort of person who needs to sleep on it, or eat on it for that matter, and if he’s still mad then…well, she hoped it would solve itself in the end. That he’d see reason. 

A small smile make its way across her lips as he gently bumps his shoulder against hers, it’s an odd sort of way to show that he’s there for her, but it works.

“I hope so.” She sighs, looking down at her hands. “I don’t like it when he’s mad. At either of us.” She adds, because it was hard enough when Harry and Ron weren’t speaking to each other. Though, they had a closer bond than she probably would ever have to the two of them. 

His hand going up to push a lock of stray hair behind her ear doesn’t go unnoticed and she’s smiling lovingly at him for his words. She knows he’s sincere from the joyful tears that are starting to fill up her eyes.

“Thank you, Harry. I’m not one to obsess over looks, but seeing as I spent three hours on this…” She laughs a little at her own time-consuming appearance. “It’s nice that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” 

Even though there’s no real lighting other than the moonlight streaming in from the large classroom windows he catches the watery sheen misting over her brown eyes and for a moment he’s terrified he’s said the wrong thing. Weren’t girls supposed to be fond of compliments? Maybe he’s destined to never figure the opposite sex out. 

His fears alleviate the moment she thanks him and he visibly relaxes. It’s true she’s not one to obsess over looks. He’s known that since they’d become friends during first year. There’s nothing wrong with her appearance to begin with but all of the girls in the castle had been ecstatic about the ball. Of course she’d put effort into it. “Three hours?” he echoes incredulously. It must’ve been her hair. The two of them really did have unruly hair to contend with. “Well...it paid off.”

It’s actually fairly nice to be focusing on another problem other than his own in regards to the tournament. He’d rather they weren’t at odds with Ron; however, it’s still a nice break from agonizing over the next task and whether or not he’d survive if he failed to figure out the clue. “A lot of people noticed, I think.” He’d overheard some of the girls whispering to one another about how beautiful Hermione looked. They might’ve even been envious.

“Didn’t you notice the heads turning as you came down the stairs?”

[whyspiders-a-blog]

                                        BUT  THE  MERE  FACT  THAT  THEY  WERE  STILL  ON  EITHER                                         SIDE  OF  HIM        ,                   SPEAKING  BRACING  WORDS  OF                                          COMFORT  ,                    NOT  SHRINKING  AWAY  FROM  HIM   AS                                           THOUGH  HE  WERE  CONTAMINATED  OR  DANGEROUS  ,                                              WAS  WORTH  MORE  THAN  HE  COULD  EVER  TELL  THEM .

     independent    &     semi selective                   independent   &   semi  selective                   independent    &    open                       ron  weasley                                                 hermione  granger                                              harry  potter