when partnered on the same auror cases, it takes two not to get distracted…

If Harry had been a Slytherin, 2nd year would’ve been so fun for him. The moment the rumors of him being the heir of Slytherin got out, no one would’ve stood a chance.

The literal morning after, you see Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson shoving everyone out the way saying “Move peasants, let the heir through!”, while Harry Potter is carried on Crabbe and Goyles shoulders like some makeshift throne, behind them Blaise Zambini plays “Bow Down by Beyoncé” on top volume.

No one questions it, not even the teachers.

to all the new Slytherins that will join us at hogwarts today…

  • you are not evil
  • you are not bigoted
  • you are not hateful
  • you are not manipulative
  • you are not selfish
  • you are not cruel
  • you are not cowardly

and I wish every single one of you ambitious, determined, cunning, resourceful, wonderful people a fantastic year

[ gryffindor ]   [ ravenclaw ]   [ hufflepuff ]

so anyways i was thinking about this post the other day 

and anyways long story short i did a thing 


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Slytherin: you all annoy me

Hufflepuff: *starts tearing up* i annoy you?

Slytherin: no not you honey, them two do *points at Ravenclaw and Gryffindor*

Ravenclaw: rude!

Gryffindor: im used to it

I love you Harry thinks, stroking Hedwig's feathers down the back. He is eleven years old and though Hedwig is not a person, he loves her more than he can recall ever loving anyone. He knows he had parents, thinks he must’ve loved them, but they are gone and Hedwig is here. for the first time he is not alone.

I love you, Harry thinks, water in his mouth but air in his lungs as he scrambles to swim towards Ron. The lake is dark and mirky and though he’s not a very good swimmer, he knows he can be good enough to save Ron. He has to be. He is fourteen and though he can not say the words to Ron, You are my family, I love you, they are true just the same.

I loved you, Harry thinks, clutching the broken shards of the mirror that will not bring Sirius back. The tears blur his vision, droplets of blood sliding down his hand as he grips the sharp edges too tight. Harry is fifteen and the weight of his grief feels bigger than his heart. Dumbledore says love saved him, but it feels like it will break him.

I love you, Harry thinks, staring at his mother and father, at everyone he once cared about surrounding him. He doesn’t know how long the resurrection stone will work, how long they can stay with him, but he thinks if he is going to die at least it will not be alone. Love cannot save him, butat least it can comfort him.

I love you Harry thinks, heart clenching painfully as he looks at Malfoy sitting beside him in the Great Hall. Malfoy’s teacup is halfway to his mouth, a genuine laugh falling from his lips. Harry doesn’t quite understand it, doesn’t know how it happened, only knows its the truth.

“I love you,” Harry says two weeks later on their way to Transfiguration. The corridors are deserted and Harry’s voice cracks with the weight of the words he has never spoken out loud. Malfoy falters, his eyes flashing with surprise before he drops his books and fists his hands in the front of Harry’s school robes, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. 

I love you, Harry thinks again as Malfoy kisses him, I love you and I am not afraid.

a friend sent this absolutely buckwild chart to me so OF COURSE i had to use it for this…..

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: (some wizards who know halfbloods/muggleborns know better, but for the most part,) purebloods! are! flat earthers! and there’s nothing anyone can do to change my mind