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can u believe there was literally a prophecy about James and Lily having a kid together like….. for the sake of Comedic Effect forget abt all the other terrifying and traumatic implications of that prophecy and take a moment to think abt how James Potter would react to the fact he was literally destined to have world-saving sex with Lily Evans
“i asked chat gpt” okay well i asked peter pettigrew and he told me james and lily’s address
A really underrated aspect of Harry and Ginny's relationship is Harry having as one of the main reasons for falling for Ginny thinking she is incredibly funny.
Men tend to have this--very rooted in misogyny-- bias about women not being funny (because to laugh with someone and not at them, you actually need to respect them).
But Harry Potter, one of the most famous main characters of all time, thinks his wife is the funniest person on earth. Which makes the fact that they were never adapted correctly on screen a tragedy. I truly think it would have really made a difference for a lot of young boys to have Harry's view of Ginny as a reference.
people hate to see a happy and healthy relationship fr
Out of all of the ships out there, the toxic ones always get the limelight and never the healthy ones where the characters are genuinely happy together (and aligns with their canon values).
Hinny my beloved
Talking with each other about their day doing nothing just still being crazy in love. (and me pretending it hasn't been 2 years since I drew them!)
Jily in July!
harry: my father didn’t strut!
james potter, literally every day of his life:
Just popped in here real quick to remind you all that Harry James Potter was NOT short . I feel like we all sometimes mistake the actor , with the character .
In the beginning of the books Harry is described as short and thin , but that was before he went to Hogwarts . At the Dursley’s he would eat very little because they wouldn’t give him much food . I think that we all know that for a child to grow he needs vitamins , fibers etc. , etc., so obviously he wasn’t very healthy . But when he went to Hogwarts there was no Dudley to beat him up , and take his food so he started growing healthy , and by the time he hit puberty (I believe that it is noticed in the fourth book) he had gained weight and gotten taller .
Hermione was always described shorter than him , by the fourth book (in the third they were the same height or nearly the same not sure ) , and Ron always one or two inches ahead . I think that by the time he hit 16 , he was 6 feet tall (because Ron must have been 6’3 or something like that , since he was always taller than most boys) .
In Deathly Hallows , Harry realized for the first time that he was taller than his dad , which means he must be either 6’1 or 6’2 (or maybe he indeed is 6’0 , and James is something smaller , but let’s not think that 🙂) .
And since we are already in the topic of movies vs books , I know you all don’t find “Movie Harry“ handsome or hot , but you know how everyone says he is just like James with a hint of Lily , they both were described as handsome , ok maybe Lily was described as drop dead gorgeous, but im sure James was hot too , so no way that a copy of James was “ugly”, or not “hot”.
Oh and , if anyone finds out finally how Harry’s hair and eyes could have been like please tell me . I am really curious to know how beautiful his and Lily’s eyes were , that a whole world could remember them .
In hbp molly comments "you're just like ron" while talking about his height and we know ron is very tall- so yeah, so was harry. And let's not forget that james was a quidditch player- he was fit. Harry was thin cuz the dursleys didn't feed him enough.
And while we're on the subject of how hot he is... a tall sassy guy with black hair and GREEN eyes and is also great at sports??? Well.
after a particularly brutal transformation, remus and sirius crash at lily's and james'. remus is lying upstairs in a dark cold bedroom, trying to recover, and sirius lies downstairs on the couch, trying not to break down and cry over how much remus is hurting and how he can’t make it stop. he can hear james and lily discussing in the kitchen, he can hear that they're talking about him and not remus, and he wants to scream at them for it. he's fine. remus is not. before he can do that however, he hears the pitter patter of little haz tottering up to him, looking very determined for a one year old. harry puts a hand on his cheek and sirius tries his best to shool his features. he doesn't succeed apparently, because harry murmurs "pa'foo' sad. pa'foo sad," which all in all just makes sirius want to cry all the more. he leans over on his side so he can stroke his unruly mop of hair, the dark brown curls just like james'. "yeah, buddy," he rasps, voice strained, "i'm a bit sad." no point lying, is there? not when a one year cold child can figure it out just by looking at him. harry juts his little bottom lip out and pouts; with his tiny hand he pats sirius' head in return. "pa'foo no sad. haz here. 'oony up, up." sirius huffs a laugh. "yeah, moony's upstairs, i know. i'm sad because he's hurting." harry looks at him, and he's filled with so much love for this boy as he watches him frown. "mama say 'oony st'ong. 'oony play soon." sirius smiles and picks him up, lifting him so they're both lying on the couch with harry on top of him. he tickles him and fakes a bite and harry shrieks with laughter. "yeah, and then we'll play quidditch with your new broom, hm? moony can watch us when we fly and we'll make mama really scared, hm, what do you say, prongslet?" harry giggles, hugging him. "yes! yes yes yes yes! pa'foo and haz!"
Regulus is a far more interesting character when he’s complicit in his own tragedy. The fact he genuinely bought into blood supremacy, joined the Death Eaters, and then had to face the consequences of that choice is what makes his story compelling.
We can speculate endlessly about why and to what extent he changed his mind. To me, it’s way more interesting seeing him do the messy and hard work of unlearning the ideology he was raised with, rather than narratives that make him blameless or make him realise fascism is bad because he fancies someone.
I once saw someone say that they didn’t like Harry x Ginny because it’s “too happy” and “not angsty enough” like????? Sorry I like ships built on mutual love and respect where the couple overcomes their demons without emotionally torturing each other mmk
I agree! I love me some healthy relationships where both overcomes their demons without any emotional torture or even physical (because I’ve heard there’s that with Dramione).
To each their own, yes I like angst too, but these people indulge fully toxic ships that I’ll never understand. Ships like Drarry, Tommarry, Dramione, ect. Like I kinda find it sad how the norm isn’t healthy relationships. And in OotP, there’s been angst between Harry and Ginny like huh??? The part where Harry was so beyond stressed where he snapped at his friends and Ginny snapped at him to put him in his place. Like good lord. Healthy relationships are so underrated these days.
In the Comfort of Your Arms
After a very bad week, Lily Evans finds herself unable to sleep, and the only person that can possibly offer her any peace is fast asleep in his own dormitory where she is definitely not allowed, especially not in the middle of the night. Good thing the Head Girl isn't too fussed about following the rules. or "I'm sad, please cuddle me to sleep."
She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It wasn’t like she’d never broken a school rule before; she may have been Head Girl, but she wasn’t without flaws. It certainly wasn’t that she was worried that what she was about to do wouldn’t be well-received.
Perhaps it was more that what she was about to do held certain implications. A teenage boy could hardly be blamed for having certain expectations when his new girlfriend climbed unannounced into his bed in the middle of the night. He wouldn't be inappropriate with her, wouldn't try to push past any boundaries she set. She knew that. She knew him and trusted him. Maybe, just possibly, she might even love him.
But he had three roommates, and sure they were among her best friends too, now. But if they awoke when she was trying to wake him, she would never hear the end of it. She knew this for a fact since they had been ridiculous teenage boys about just seeing her sitting on his bed the other day in the middle of the afternoon. He wasn't even near the bed with her when they walked in after whatever nonsense they had been up to, but leaning over his desk scribbling the last of his Transfiguration essay before he had to run down to Quidditch practice.
She really didn't want to hear the teasing again.
But, well, Lily had a bad week. So bad, in fact, that she hadn't even wanted much to do with her boyfriend or any of her friends. She had been mopey and withdrawn and antisocial. And lonely, by her own design. But now it was the middle of the night and she couldn't sleep yet again and she would go absolutely mad if she had to lie here staring at the ceiling for the fourth night in a row. Lonely still. She could wake one of the girls, she knew. They would grumble, but they were good friends and they would listen to her talk about her stupid family drama even if it was nearly three o'clock in the morning and they had Potions first thing tomorrow.
The problem was that as lovely as her friends were –and they were truly the best friends she could imagine– she wanted James. She wanted his arms around her, his scent engulfing her, to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and to hear every beat of his heart beneath her ear. She wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it all just yet, but James was as good an ear as her girls. Better, sometimes as he always seemed to know intuitively whether she wanted him to help her problem-solve, just sit there and listen, or spew hilarious insults about whoever or whatever had upset her.
She stayed, frozen as she was at the foot of the boys’ stairs, for another moment before she took a deep, steeling breath, and darted up the long winding staircase, rushing lest she lose her nerve over time. If she woke the others, so be it; she could handle a few obnoxious boys. If James woke and automatically expected sex by simple virtue of her being a girl in his room in the middle of the night despite the fact they hadn’t even gotten past a good heated snog yet and she had been depressed all day, then he was a tosser of a boyfriend. If she embarrassed herself she would live, she told herself as she reached their closed door and silently, carefully, slowly, pushed it open and slipped inside.
It was dead silent within and to her horror none of them had bothered to draw the curtains around their four-posters. They were all sound asleep, at least, and not a single one of them stirred as she crept to James’s bed in the far corner, trying desperately not to look at anyone else since she could tell there was an awful lot of bare skin illuminated in the moonlight filtering in through the open window. It shouldn’t surprise her that they all slept shirtless, but she hadn’t considered that they might not be fully clothed when she’d convinced herself to barge right in uninvited.
She reached James’s bed and, not wanting to push her luck with the rest of the boys, pointed her wand at his bed hangings so they silently closed themselves to offer some privacy. Then, she cast a quick muffling charm on them. Then, finally, at last, on a shaky breath, she climbed into his bed.
He woke immediately despite her effort to move gracefully and jostle the mattress as little as possible, his eyes snapping open as he turned in her direction. Lily froze, halfway sitting on the edge of his bed. Though his vision was absolutely dreadful without his glasses, and although he had not been expecting her, he seemed to already know it was her. He sighed deeply and smiled up at her.
Her face felt hot and she had never been more grateful for his poor vision and the darkness of night as she felt her chest flush as well. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he said, his hand alighting on the back of her wrist and trailing gently up the length of her arm to the back of her neck. He sat up to try to actually see her, and frowned, concerned. “Are you alright?”
Lily shrugged and shifted so that she was sitting more comfortably facing him, her knees bare below the hem of her soft blue nightgown. He was still looking at her, squinting really, studying her. She wondered not for the first time how much of her he could really make out without his glasses. Could he see how sad her eyes still were? She sighed, and shook her head. “No, not really.”
He was quiet for a moment, and the hand at the back of her neck shifted to stroke down her hair soothingly as the other covered her hands in her lap. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She peered at him through the dark, and felt foolish for even briefly considering that he would be anything other than this perfect, concerned, caring boyfriend.
“Tomorrow, maybe,” she said, turning one hand over to thread her fingers through hers. “Can we…James, can I sleep here tonight? With you? Would you mind if I just ask you to hold me?”
“Of course I don’t mind,” he said immediately, already shifting to lie back down and pulling her down with him. “Of course you can stay. Tonight, any night.”
It took some shifting for her to get comfortable, and it was awkward for a moment as she had to lift the covers and shimmy her way beneath them with him, and she flushed hotter when her bare legs brushed his and she realized he didn’t even have pyjama bottoms on but was sleeping in only his boxers. She moved her leg back, but he didn’t seem to be embarrassed by her discovery.
“You must think I’m ridiculous,” she said softly, not quite meeting his gaze. He shivered when her warm breath fanned against his collarbone. “Crawling into your bed in the middle of the night after barely speaking to you for days, begging you to hold me.”
“Not at all.” He slid his arms beneath the covers and around her waist, pulling her closer so their bodies were fully flush. Their legs tangled together and she could feel that her nightgown had bunched up so that her knickers would be on full display if not for his quilt. It was the most intimate moment of her life, and there wasn’t even anything sexual about it. “Lily, if I could, I’d have snuck up to your dormitory ages ago.”
She smiled at that, but it must have been a bit of a sad smile because he slid a hand up her side to gently rest on the side of her face, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth.
“Whatever it is, Lily, you don’t have to go through it alone,” he murmured. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
She was impossibly moved, but could think of nothing to say, so she turned her neck to press a kiss to his wrist, and then snuggled in, her head on his shoulder, nose brushing his neck. The untidy ends of his hair brushed against her face as he shifted, angling his head so that hers was tucked safely beneath his chin. His hand slid down against, warm on her bare arm, to drape over her back.
For a long while, they stayed like that, and Lily felt herself drifting off to sleep for the first time that night in the peace that he created for her. But something struck her, some tenderness in her heart that nagged its way up into her brain so that it was on the tip of her tongue. She lifted her head, expecting to find James soundly asleep. He wasn’t. Not quite. His eyes fluttered open, sleepy and half-alert, and a slight smile played at his lips.
“I want to say something,” she whispered.
“Okay,” he prompted when she didn’t immediately continue.
“I want to say I love you.” It was silly to be nervous again, when he was holding her so tenderly, when he was being so, so impossibly sweet to her, when it was written all over his face that he felt the same.
His smile widened, just a bit. “You may.”
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile she felt tugging at her lips, or her hands from sliding up his firm, bare chest to rest on his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair. “I love you.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, then drew back to look her in the eyes. “I love you, Lily Evans.” Tomorrow when they woke she would pull him away from his friends, and hers. Tomorrow, she would confide in him about the awful letter her sister had sent her and she would probably cry all over him, and he would listen and he would console her. But tonight, she was finally able to set aside the heavy overbearing angst she had carried with her all week.
Tonight, she rested her head on the pillow next to James, the tips of their noses practically touching, and she breathed in the warm, comforting scent of him; cinnamon and parchment and night air. Tonight, she let the warmth of him, the love and peace that they shared, envelop her.
Tonight, she finally slept.
Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
Headcanon that James' pet names for Lily are just other flowers
Sirius does the same but entirely ironically
And she calls him with others stars name
"Alright Daisy?"
"Not bad and you, Aldebaran?"
Headcanon that James' pet names for Lily are just other flowers
Sirius does the same but entirely ironically
And she calls him with others stars name
"Alright Daisy?"
"Not bad and you, Aldebaran?"
I will never understand how Ginny gets more hate than Snape. He was obsessed with Lily even after she died. His Patronus was the same as hers, if the roles were reversed and that was Ginny people would call her a stalker and a creep. Don’t even get me started on how he bullies children and makes them feel stupid and small, because apparently that’s okay because he did it all for love. But if my girl bat bogey hex’s someone for saying things about someone she cares or loves, well she’s labeled as abusive bully. The misogyny is unreal. 
Ginny is so respectful about her crush on Harry the whole time. Yes, she sends him a valentine's day message but she's really shy about it. She never expects anything from Harry and most importantly, she has integrity.
When Harry asks her to the Yule Ball, she already has a (platonic) date to the ball and she doesn't go back on her promise and doesn't drop Neville in favour of Harry. That girl would kill to be able to go withhim but she stays with Neville, because he's her friend and they already had agreed to go together.
She always respects that he's not interested in her. She doesn't seek him out or asks for his attention specifcally, and when she's younger gets really shy around him. When she's older and gets more secure around him, she is still just keeping it merely platonic and talks to him as a friend without expecting more.
She dates other guys and gives it a genuine try because she knows Harry is not an option, until he is. Snape could never. He was bitter about Lily and never moved on from her or even tried to do so.
A lot of the generally good characters are ready to throw hands at all times. Yet Ginny gets called out for it. She stands up for what's right and defends those who need help. We see that in her restarting and coleading the DA. She can and will help and if you get on her bad side, she'll deal with you. That doesn't make her abusive and most of the other characters are aplauded for behaviour that is suddenly wrong on her.
It’s always the ones who find “good things” in nasty characters. I honestly don’t know how they do it but they do. They find every excuse in the book to defend Snape or Draco to put Ginny down. My girl was a total badass, gone through her experience, then finally circled back to Harry at the perfect moment because she grew into that fire he needed.
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