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Okay so I have a real question about Harry Potter

I’m sure most of you have seen the post about the one wizard who stirs his spoon without a wand, and everyone talks about how he must be the greatest wizard, more so than Dumbledore and Hermione. But in the first movie at the end Dumbledore changes the color of the banners in the Great Hall with a wave of his hands, and I’m pretty sure that’s wandless magic. Later in one of the movies when he says, “Happinesss can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light,” he makes the candle extinguish and then light again by running his hand over it. 


So is this just something that isn’t considered landless magic for some reason, or is that guy stirring tea/coffee/liquid just an average guy and they put some wandless magic in the movies for visual effects…?

Literature read in 2015: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling (reread) [18 / ?]

The three of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice. “Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?”

“That’d be a cheerful visit,” said Ron, “ ‘Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?’ “

don’t you know that the kids aren’t all right? // a dumbledore’s army deathly hallows picspam

there will come a time when the war will fade, when they’ll be nothing left except the scars digging deep into their skin. but they won’t forget. they won’t ever forget.

will they remember the cries of first years in the common rooms? when there’s screams of pain and whispers of how hogwarts was supposed to be so much better?

will they remember the tired eyes of second years? who stumble on their feet as they sleep too late and wake up too early with nightmares imprinting their minds?

will they remember the bruises on third years’ skins? where the carrows encouraged their former friends to hit them again and again with curses?

will they remember scars on knuckles of fourth years? who are angry and get into too many fights they cannot win?

will they remember makeup and nail polish worn like war paint on fifth years? when they lift their chins defiantly to headmaster snape, rules be damned?

will they remember middle finger salutes from sixth years? growing angrier and angrier as their rights are taken away from them and can do nothing more than rebel?

will they remember the arms of seventh years? finally wary of raising their wands with aggressive spells and having to cuddle their younger housemates to sleep?

no, they won’t forget. and people will point to old photographs and say: who do they think they are? soldiers?

and they’ll have the same fire in their eyes, their teeth baring like razors, as they say: no. just kids.

Draco wearing skin tight jeans and a ripped up t-shirt that falls off of one shoulder - showcasing his collarbone perfectly, sitting on an amp and tapping his foot idly against the floor, playing with his lip ring and craving for a beat. When he glances up, he see’s Harry. All messy hair and over-sized flannel. Naturally, Draco can’t help but smirk. He tries licking his lips to keep his now broad grin from showing but he can’t help it. He turns his head for a moment and when he looks back his once grey eyes are seemingly silver against the black smudges of eyeliner. A playful glint shines in them, and he stands, running a hand through his hair and beginning to walk towards Harry, so slowly, so slightly, every step sounding like a heartbeat, cocking his head to the side and smiling as Harry flushes. Draco extends a hand, running a few fingers under Harry’s chin before whispering, so so quietly, “Scared, Potter?”