#boywholived

[whatarenargles19]

Dear Harry,

You had me, the moment you said, “I think you’ve made a mistake. I mean, I… can’t be a… a wizard. I mean, I’m… just… Harry. Just Harry.”

That moment, you proved your humbleness and simplicity. Dear Potter, you aren’t just Harry. You are everything Harry.

On your first journey to Hogwarts, by swapping the sandwiches for all the tempting chocolates with Ron, you unknowingly swapped the love of a family for a lifetime.

When you chose the “right sort for yourself”, you unknowingly

got your best Mate for life. Your “brother from a different mother.”

The night you dragged Ron to warn Hermione about the troll in the dungeon, and saved her, you surely got yourself another shining armor of a lifetime. Someone who will help you in all your ups and downs.

When you went to face Professor Quirrell alone, suspecting Severus Snape all the time, you didn’t think of the danger on your life.

The day you left Hogwarts for the first time, and you said “I’m not going home, not really”,

our hearts sighed with you.

Remember when you entered the Burrow and told Ron,” “I think it’s great!” Your yearing for a normal Happy “home” was evident in those words.

Remember how you used Parseltongue and had no idea about it? Remember how you were scared you’re like Lord Voldemort? You aren’t like him harry

I can’t forget the infuriating rage inside you when you overheard that Sirius betrayed your parents in spite of being their best friend. But I can’t also forget how happy you were to think of a life with Sirius, after you uncovered the truth. I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way.

Do you remember the bravery you showed at the second task at the Triwizard Championship? In this selfish world, who thinks that way Potter?

You were a true friend, Harry. Truly. It’s amazing you never let Neville feel you knew his darkest secret, the one he was too scared to share with anyone.

Remember how you just flied off to the Ministry of Magic, just to save Sirius, without pondering over the danger that may be lurking there?

Hermione was right, wasn’t she, when she said, “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery!” You are brimming with both, aren’t you?

Remember how you chose to walk away from the Burrow, taking the blame for Moody’s demise and trying to avoid the deaths that may occur in the future? You showed how much you cared for people. You really did.

Where did you acquire this forgiving heart from? Ron walked away angrily from you, blaming you and throwing accusations at you. Even then, you accepted him without any apology with open arms.

When Dobby died in your arms, my heart cried with you. When you decided to bury him “without magic”, my heart cried more. You indeed are an unusual wizard Harry.

I’m sorry for your loss Harry. From your parents to Hedwig, Sirius, Mad Eye, Lupin, and everyone else, I know you miss them. I miss them too.

In spite of the enmity with Draco, you saved his life from the Fiend Fire. Do you know, you unofficially broke the enmity thread that connected you and Malfoy in that moment?

Tell me, How did you gather the courage to embrace death? Was it just love for everyone who would be punished by Voldemort lest you didn’t surrender yourself to him, or was it for the greater good? You walked towards your death with with bravery. You were a true Gryffindor Potter!

By the way, how’s life treating you Harry?

You indeed got a “normal wedding” for yourself, didn’t you. Something which you hadn’t even imagined.

How many times were you hexed with Bat Bogey hex for some wrong doing at home?

For spoiling your kids, or for being lazy? Or for not heeding to her commands?

I hope you’re enjoying the phase.

We love you.

We always will.

And yes a very happy birthday❤

by Vaishali Singh

(NOT ME)

https://vaishalisinghwrites.wordpress.com/2017/09/18/open-letter/

[deathlyfawkes]

“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

8•7•2019

[inadellestrange]

Jesus, JK Rowling and Juju Jargon: A Mockery

Sometimes we suck like dementors, sometimes like deluminators, we shine.

But those without pain are no friends of mine.

A sublime kiss or flower,

Treasured in reference to past’s hour...

Hands in sands dissolve- evolution,

Yet we seek, when seeking resolves without resolution.

Devotion: divine beyond mappings of time,

Or so divising dividing concepts of “yours and mine.”

Our crime-

To think ourselves Master of our rhyme.

Instead, a slave to the messes of our ways,

Trying our hand at picking our agonizing days-

A mockery, as the Son picked Judice,

And Dumbledore, Severus,

Salvation and scape goats,

Link martyrdom to Holy Ghosts.

As if X ever did mark the spot,

With a dot dot dot...

With Maurader’s and traders,

And invisibly inked, trick wagers...

As if a body to a cross,

Brings life beyond reminiscent top knots.

And a mother’s Love did leave a scar,

Equipped with a lightning bolt pact with Riddle’s prophecy in a jar.

As if Revelations spun from trinities and bed-time stories,

Like the Deathly Hallows and special, chosen boy allegories.

As if Harry, Ron and Hermione’s screams didn’t chorus,

Beyond their “innocent” trips to the Dark Forest.

Oh sacred temple of ambivalence,

As if marked by blaspheming tattoos of repentance,

Like sharpie that lick’s smudge smears away,

Or a sad attempt to fill emptiness like chik-fil-a-lust on a Sunday.

Boohooing priveledged tears as if sacred blood drops,

From the secrecy of my shower, fantasizing being spied from a roof top.

My dreams of dramatic affections,

As if make-believe tithings of delusory perceptions...

Deluged red, such aggrandized conceptions,

Emaculate as Magdalen, as explorative as Magellen...

Salt water splatters diluted as if not by tyranny,

But my role in my life and it’s comical irony.

It’s as if Peeves is the real ruler of Hogwarts,

Masterminding- all efforting he thwarts.

I’ve no horcrux to hide or Dark Mark to show,

Though most like Slytherin, though not pure blooded- I know.

My soul’s redemption rests not in high hopes,

For questing responds in quacks of resulting nopes.

When all potentiality has washed away, meaningless, voyeurless in the dark,

I’m left icy from lack of running water abuse beliefs- the truth stark...

As if without emotion,

Without a self-indulged notion,

Finally alone,

a quiet space one might call home...

Such loneliness burns like a lamp without oil,

For anointing is no longer needed, when the heart’s released its toil.

It’s neither a snakes‘ attempt to tempt man’s awakening,

Nor his naked, lion-pride’s fall or forsaking.

For I, you and we are alright,

As if only once settled into the Death of Day’s night.

[mugglenet]

Voldemort's Echo

New Post has been published on https://www.mugglenet.com/2024/11/voldemorts-echo/

Voldemort's Echo

to the tune of “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter

Now he’s schemin’ ’bout me every night, oh Is it that dark? I guess so Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Voldemort’s echo Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up with dark intent, oh Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Voldemort’s echo

I sense his moves and know his plotting My mind’s trained, no more stalking He’s got his plans, but I’m one step ahead When he schemes this way, I clear my head Too bad his curses don’t work for ya Walked in and Expelliarmus did it for ya Dark plots, and I’ve thwarted them for ya (yes) I know I disarmed him for ya (yes) His dark schemes, I’ve uncovered them for ya (yes) One look and I’ve stopped him for ya

Now he’s schemin’ ’bout me every night, oh Is it that dark? I guess so Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Tom Riddle’s echo Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up with dark intent Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Tom Riddle’s echo

Is it that dark? I guess so I’m fighting late, just trying to win Oh, he looks so grim, but I’ll never give in My trained mind keeps him at bay My wand’s at the ready, come what may Too bad his curses don’t work for ya Walked in and Expelliarmus did it for ya Dark plots, and I’ve thwarted them for ya (yes) I know I disarmed him for ya (yes) His dark schemes, I’ve uncovered them for ya (yes) One look and I’ve stopped him for ya (stupid)

Now he’s schemin’ ’bout me every night, oh Is it that dark? I guess so Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Dark Lord’s echo Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up with dark intent Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Dark Lord’s echo (yes)

Schemin’ ’bout me every night, oh Is it that dark? I guess so (yes) Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Tom Riddle’s echo (yes) Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up with dark intent (yes) Say you can’t hide, I know That’s that Voldemort’s echo Is it that dark? I guess so Mm, that’s that Voldemort’s echo

[residenthorrorgirl]

🥀🦁 Happy Birthday Harry Potter! 🦁🥀 . . . 🏷’s #harrypotter #hp #potterhead #gryffindor #boywholived #hogwarts #danielradcliffe #jkrowling #fantasy #movie #aesthetic #pinkfeed #pink https://www.instagram.com/p/B0mDx5_h8Ie/?igshid=yd100kpmlj2s

[alientrashpanda]

The cosplay test no one asked for. Here is auror Harry.

[matthewchilders]

Working on a Harry Potter piece in my #sketchbook - always loved The Chamber of Secrets #harrypotter #boywholived #sketch #art #sketchoftheday #artistoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BqnxndwBNnK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qu9d6plwpa8z

[expelliarmus-snape394-blog]

Teacher: Explain the quote  “ Home is where the heart is”

*raises hand*

teacher: yes

Friend; No, not again

Me; we all know HarryPotter, the boy who lived. He was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, who are muggles like you, for the sake of protection though he absolutely hated theplace. However, on his 11th birthday, he is informed of his acceptance at Hogwarts where he finds a place he loves the most. The warmth of the place embraces him every single time and his friends care for him before themselves and thus he finds a place where he can feel safe and call it home, rather than his aunt’s place. So, he calls Hogwarts his Home because his heart is always there even when he is not physically present there.