Scared Potter?

Fanfic: Necromancers Anonymous Ch 8, Harry Potter | FanFiction

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IT'S FUCKING FUNNY

Absolutely brilliant

Fred Weasley's death fucked me up.

"You ok, Freddie?"

'Yeah'

"Me too"

When your English teacher asks you to write a poem and you can't be arsed so you just put,

'He had a head

Now it's gone

Because he's dead.'

Me ✌

'Lily? After all this time?'

Always.

"Scared Potter?"

"You wish."

This is really sad, but I'd like think that when I finally die,I'll wake up in another world where I'm a witch and accepted into Hogwarts.

Alright, I don't know if anyone's ever thought this or anything, but four of the most powerful wizards met their ends shortly after they discovered or held a Hallow.

Grindelwald was obssessed with the wand and just after he got it, he was disarmed and chucked in Nurmengard.

Voldemort nicked the wand from Dumbledore's grave and literally crumbled into ash a few hours later.

Dumbledore's greed for the Resurrection Stone triumphed over his caution and he died less than a year later.

Harry had the cloak around his shoulders, the stone in his hand and the wand pointed at his heart when he got Avada Kedvra'ed. (Of course, he came back to life a few seconds after, but y'know what I mean).

*mind blown*

'The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.' (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III, L. 140-141)

WHEN YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER IS CALLED 'MR POTTER' AND YOU PHYSICALLY CAN'T CALL HIM THAT BECAUSE YOU SUDDENLY THINK OF "DEAR MR POTTER, THE MINISTRY HAS RECEIVED INTELLIGENCE THAT AT BLAH BLAH BLAH-"

Ok, I've seen this a lot lately but WHY is Harry not made Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? Why does he have to become an auror when he's spent all of his childhood fighting dark wizards? Just imagine this for a sec:

-Harry becoming the longest standing DADA teacher since Voldy Mouldy's curse and naturally becoming everyones favourite teacher.

- All the first years going nuts before there first lesson because "OMG IT'S THE CHOSEN ONE", the man that litterally killed the darkest wizard since Grindelwald.

- Harry believing in every student because in a way, it reminds him of the DA and of Neville.

- Harry and Neville having arguments in the staff room like, "No Neville please! I'll do anything if you swap my Axelia for your Smith!" Neville sighing and begrudgingly handing over his chocolate frog card.

- Harry spending one lesson just before the fifth year's O.W.Ls to answer questions on the Battle of Hogwarts and make sure they're all suplied with enough info for ther History of Magic exam.

- Harry still feeling a little afraid of McGonagall after she catches him trying to prank Professor Longbottom.

- Harry teaching the younger generations because it makes him happy.

- Harry being something of Legend at Hogwarts because he's so chill and nice to everyone (reluctantly, the Slytherins too) and barely ever handing out detentions (well except for his daughter's boyfriend).

The four founders playing monopoly..

Hufflepuff: wait...? So what's a avenue again?

Ravenclaw: it's a synonym for street, Helga.

Slytherin: *Lands on park lane and mayfair* Bow down bitches.

Gryffindor: *flips the board*

'Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.'

-Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

'Harry raised his head to look at the circle of Dementors across the lake. One of them was lowering its hood. It was time for the rescuer to appear - but no one was coming to help this time -

And then it hit him - he understood. He hadn't seen his father - he had seen himself -

Harry flung himself out from behind the bush and pulled out his wand.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he yelled.

And out of the end of his wand burst, not a shapeless cloud of mist, but a blinding, dazzling, silver animal. He screwed up his eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked like a horse. It was galloping silently away from him, across the black surface of the lake. He saw it lower its head and charge at the swarming Dementors ... now it was galloping around and around the black shapes on the ground, and the Dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating into the darkness ... they were gone. The Patronus turned. It was cantering back towards Harry across the still surface of the water. It wasn't a horse. It wasn't a unicorn, either. It was a stag. It was shining brightly as the moon above... it was coming back to him...

It stopped on the bank. Its hooves made no mark on the soft ground as it stared at Harry with its large, silver eyes. Slowly, it bowed its antlered head. And Harry realised...

"Prongs." He whispered.

*Dumbledore advances on Harry and proceeds to push him against the wall and strangle him*

"HARRY! DID YA PUT YA NAME IN THA GOBLET OF FIYAH?!"

'A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would be his decision.

"You'll stay with me?"

"Until the very end." said James.'