It baffles and infuriates me that Hogwarts students don’t take Latin or Greek. Accio? Literally “I summon.” Lumos? Fucking “light.” Expelliarmus? Expel weapon!! Ooooh I wonder what Levicorpus does– you Dumb Ass Bastard. You ILLITERATE. It’s called Levicorpus, it lifts someone’s body, it LEVIES your goddamn CORPUS-
Hermione ghost wrote this
I don’t think you understand how much I love Harmione.
you can see all the details
how much they make each other happy
but friendship,
compassion,
and love
PAY ATTENTION
i took it to read the epilogue again and laugh at it when suddenly
i don’t know where that came from
must be magic
oh
Saturday: *JK’s interview article is posted online*
Harmonians on Sunday: PARTY HARD
Harmonians on Monday: PARTY HARD
Harmonians on Tuesday: PARTY HARD
Harmonians weeks later: PARTY HARD
Harmonians months later: PARTY HARD
Harmonians years later: STILL PARYTYING
People say I love you all the time. There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it.
“Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all. Perhaps Hermione knew how he was feeling, because she reached for his hand and took the lead for the first time, pulling him forward.” - Deathly Hallows (323)
He’s push and pull. She’s gentle and sooth.
He’s impulse and gut instinct. She’s caution and logical reasoning.
He’s heat and rawness. She’s cool and tempered.
He’s all heart. She’s all mind.
He’s saviour. She’s solace.
You see Sirius talking to me there? He’s asking me to come live with him. That’s great.
tHE wAY sHE’S lOOKING aT hIM kILLS mE lOOK sHE’S sO hAPPY fOR hIM
GRANGER DANGER: defeating darkness, throat-punching the patriarchy, and just generally being the love of our goddamn lives.
Here’s to the places. To the school with moving staircases and the secret passageways. To the forest where no one dared to step, to creatures that lurked among its trees. Here’s to the bank with vaults of gold and the alley of shops that houses it. Here’s to No. 4 Privet Drive, to the Three Broomsticks, to the Ministry of Magic. To 12 Grimmauld Place and the Burrow. Here’s to the house where two parents died and the Dark Lord disappeared, the house where a story was born.
Here’s to the houses. To the lion’s roar and the eagle’s cry. To badgers and serpents. Here’s to gold and red, to yellow and black. Here’s to blue and bronze, to green and silver. Here’s to the Quidditch games and rivalries. The hourglasses and the founders. Here’s to Gryffindor and Slytherin. Here’s to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Here’s to the items. To the letters carried by owls and the necklace that turned back time. To miniature dragons and golden balls with wings, to a hat that can sing. Here’s to the photographs that move and the potion that makes you lucky. To self-correcting quills and screaming plants. To golden coins and self-scrubbing dishes. Here’s to Butterbeer and the Daily Prophet. To Bertie Bott’s and Firebolts.
Here’s to the people. To the boys who died too young: the wolf, the stag, the rat, the dog. To the woman with hair that changed colors. Here’s to the twins, the herbology teacher, and the house elf with a love for socks. Here’s to the professor who could turn into a cat. Here’s to the potion’s teacher who was corrupted by love and the ghost who lived in the bathroom. Here’s to the boy who lost his toad, to the girl with six brothers, and the Ravenclaw girl who loved her friends. Here’s to Voldemort. To Draco and Dumbledore. Here’s to Cedric, and Cho, and Fleur. To Hermione and Ron. Here’s to the Boy Who Lived.
Here’s to the story. To the stone and the chamber. The prisoner and the goblet. Here’s to the order, the prince, and the Hallows. Here’s to “Always.” To “All was well.” Here’s to the lightning scar. To Harry Potter.
Here’s to 20 years.
