#dumbledore death

[highonoverthinking]

Even after all these years, I still can't over this moment. Everytime I watch I break. Every time I wish Snape would save Dumbledore but also understand why he didn't. I didn't know the story since i was a child back then but even then this moment, was painful.

I'm now an adult and it's still painful as ever. I want to read the books but I don't have time and these books are very long.

— Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince (2009)

[firinniee]

Inktober 12. Astronomy

[thefroyowizard]

DA WAND SCENEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Look for the ones who dont know what i mean or the ones who havent seen tha Harry Potter movies, there is this scene on the half-blood prince, after Dumbledore death, when everyone just rise their wands to the air and perform lumos to comember him, and for some reason it always made me cry, of course, i havent seen the movie in a while but i remember that feeling.

(after i drew this my sister came up to me, in tears, cause today was the 5th death anniversary of Alan Rickman and I didn't knew when i did this, and she saw my drawing and break down harder, what should I suppose to do? HELP)

-A.S 

[prophet-of-troy]

She tried not to have favorites, really, she did. She’d favored the Marauders, she would admit that, Sirius above the others but she loved all four of them above the love she had for all the students- House not withstanding. But she’d lost Sirius and James both, coming to realization that she’d never had Peter, and accepting the likelihood that she would lose Remus as well before this war was over.

She’d lost Albus, her best friend, to Severus- another favorite.

She had told herself that when Harry came to Hogwarts, she would go to lengths to treat him like any other student. Hermione, she couldn’t help but love, reminding her much of young Remus Lupin and Lily Evans. Ronald Weasley, who she thought might actually be one to beat her in chess had she ever played against him. And Harry.

She’d tried. She didn’t smile at him when she saw him in the Entrance Hall, standing with the youngest Weasley boy and in awe of his surroundings. He’d looked too thin, too timid, too like his parents. Albus had told her that Voldemort would come back, and she knew investing her heart in young Mr. Potter would only get it broken the way it had last time. But she did it anyway, starting with the Nimbus.

She looked at him, watched him, as the thousands of wands lit up in mourning. She knew it was coming. Others, lucky ones who only knew of the goings on from the paper, might say Albus’ death was the beginning. In a way, she supposed it was. It was the beginning of the end.

Happy Birthday, Minerva McGonagall! October fourth.

[elisecapellee-blog]

Only quiet sobs could be heard during this scene.

[potters--patronus]

[oosakiannabella]

🔮 Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl. 🔮

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

[happyendinglover]