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happy birthday, harry! → july 31, 1980

“From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing.”
Source: fiendfires

do you guys remember that one text post about pyjamas the terror being an anagram for harry james potter? 

so initially I was going to draw only harry wearing a pyjamas the terror t-shirt, but then I googled online anagram generator and had so much fun with it that ended up drawing the entire gang

all hp characters [7/?]: neville longbottom

“"it doesn’t matter that harry’s gone. people die every day. friends, family. yeah, we still lost harry tonight. he’s still with us, in here. “

happy birthday neville longbottom!

do you guys remember that one text post about pyjamas the terror being an anagram for harry james potter? 

so initially I was going to draw only harry wearing a pyjamas the terror t-shirt, but then I googled online anagram generator and had so much fun with it that ended up drawing the entire gang

Dean Thomas Appreciation Post

Dean Thomas doesn’t get enough love, so I’m here to fix that

  • you know who was good at drawing? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was always loyal to harry? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who thought remus was the best teacher ever? Dean “cool sir!” Thomas.
  • you know who gets harry and seamus to be friends again? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who made a “potter for president” poster? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who argued with umbridge? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who put a hat on dobby at his funeral? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was “good with a quill”? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who fought in the battle of hogwarts without a wand? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who offered to forge a signature on harry’s hogsmeade permission slip? Dean Thomas.
  • you know who was in love with seamus finnigan? Dean Thomas.
  • did i mention dean thomas is good at drawing?

Dean Thomas my friends.

- Draco scrubs the skin on his arm viciously every time he showers. The skin is always red and marked by scratches. He tries so hard to get the mark off of him. He wants to feel clean again. - George can’t look in the mirror anymore. Not without remembering Fred. He smashes all mirrors in their home. He cuts his hair, he dyes it. - Neville sees Nagini in his dreams. But in his dreams it reaches Ron and Hermione before he does. - Harry has multiple wands all around his house hidden in places that only he knows. Beneath his pillow, beneath his bed, under the couch. Just in case. - Hermione’s boggart is no longer failure. - Draco and Blaise are afraid of fire. - Someone accidentally calls George “Fred” once. No one knows who starts crying first. - Headmistress Miverna Mcgonagall is fierce, powerful and kind. All first years are intimidated and amazed, she seems untouchable. However some nights she roams the school hallways and remembers every student she lost, every life that got taken away too soon, every soul that left them too early. - Harry suddenly can’t stay in very small rooms. He feels trapped, his throat starts convulsing and his eyes sting. - Hagrid still feels the weight of what he thought was Harry’s corpse in his hands. It haunts him. - Hermione, Ron and Harry had gotten so used to spending months having one small meal per day that sometimes they forget they’re supposed to eat. - Harry rolls in his sleep once and hits his forehead against the night stand on accident, when he wakes up with pain on his forehead his heart sinks and his whole body freezes. It isn’t until he sees the bruise that he’s able to calm down. Because Voldemort isn’t back. - Ron dreams that he’s back in their tent, traveling and hiding, he’s changing the radio stations and he hears Ginny’s names as one of the victims. - Molly always has “where’s Fred?” on the tip of her tongue, at all times. - Harry spends the year post-war discovering who he is, what he loves, other than the Boy-who-lived and the Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World. Because there are things he never had time to think about, never had time to experiment, never had time to experience. Sometimes he wonders if coming back had been the right choice, because it hurt so bad on some days that he couldn’t take it. - When Teddy is sad or scared and he’s crying, Harry tells him stories and shows him pictures of his parents, it’s then and only then that he calms down and his hair goes back to normal. - Harry pulls back to himself when the date of his death nears every year, his friends do everything in their power to bring him out of it. - Draco and Harry have talks about the war some nights, both saw what Voldemort was capable of, Harry in his dreams, Draco in his home. Both understand. - Luna is quirkier and weirder than ever before. She always does everything in her power to lighten up the mood in the room when the silence is bitter and mournful. It’s like she can’t stop shifting and smiling and nervously twitching and saying random facts about things no one has heard of before. Everyone knows it’s her way of coping, of staying positive. So no one minds. It’s comforting. - Harry gets the sudden desire to travel all over the world. Sometimes Ron and Hermione come with him, others he goes alone, once Neville joins him. Draco does too. - Draco starts writing, he writes thousands of words on some nights and none on others. He’s good at it, too. - Harry always, without fail, looks for Sirius’ constellation. He visits his grave too, tells him how things are going in his life, how he’s coping, how he isn’t. - Hermione getting a tattoo of blooming pastel flowers on top of her “mudblood” scar, because she’s alive, many her friends are alive and she wants to remember that.

And maybe not all is well, maybe they have scars time cannot erase, but they’re together, their hearts are still beating, so it’ll be okay. They’re going to be okay.

“Bit weird, this, isn’t it?” Ron muttered into his drink. “The pair of them, getting married tomorrow?” He was several drinks in and starting to look a mite glassy eyed, slumping over the table a bit. 
Neville gave a slight frown. “I wouldn’t call it weird.” 
Ron sat up quickly, sloshing a bit of drink as he did. “I don’t mean- blimey Neville, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, they’re bloody mad about each other and that’s- great. I’m only saying…I never knew.  Thought they were mates. Hadn’t a clue. Did you?” he demanded of Harry, obviously desperate to have him back up his point.
Harry blinked. He’d been watching the pair in question, Dean and Seamus, as they shouted into their microphones on the stage of the muggle pub, eyes locked on one another. 
“What? Er, no. I suppose I didn’t really think…not til we were well out of school, anyway.” 
Neville rolled his eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised. There’s piles and piles of stuff you two never noticed,” he smirked. “Then again, you were a bit preoccupied saving the world and such, so I reckon you get a pass. Still. It was a bit obvious.” 
“So you knew? But- didn’t Seamus say they… nothing ever, er, went on between them until after Hogwarts?” Ron reddened up to his ears. “I mean- Dean dated my bloody sister, didn’t he? How’d you…” 
“He did, yeah. And I’d say Seamus was about as thrilled with that arrangement as you and Harry were,” Neville grinned. “Things were a bit tense all around. I had an inkling by then. But- well you know what a mess seventh year was. It was just me and Seamus and…he was off his head, worrying about Dean. And. Well. I just knew.” 
Ron nodded thoughtfully, and the three of them turned to watch the tail end of their friends’ spirited performance. They were giving quite a show, dancing like fools and putting a whole lot of oomf into it. The muggles up front were full of encouragement, which Dean and Seamus were eating up. 
“What did you think, lads?” Seamus grinned, walking back to their table, dragging Dean along by the hand. “Reckon we have a shot at getting on the wizarding wireless?” 
Ron snorted loudly. “I reckon you’re bloody lucky Dean still wants to marry you after finding out you sing like a cat dying.” 
“Oy!” Seamus said, throwing a crumbled up napkin at him. “You gonna let him speak to me like that?” he grinned at Dean, settling into the booth beside him. 
“’Course I am. He’s only jealous,” Dean grinned, ruffling his hair affectionately. “You’ve got the voice of an angel.”  
Ron gave another, even more dramatic snort. “Thomas, you’re either blinded by love or blinded by drink. Either way. Blind.” 
Dean gave another small smile and leaned back against his fiance’s arm. “Probably both,” he muttered, gazing at Seamus with affection. “Can’t bring myself to care though.”