Listen up folks!
So, we all know about our Hogwarts houses and we also know that it is an unspoken rule that your Hogwarts house is kind of your own very important, very chaotic but also very lovable family.
However, I am slowly but steadily getting sick of hearing:
“Oh, you’re a Slytherin, so you are an evil piece of shit.”
Like, no. Kindly f*ck off. It’s true that once you have pissed me off, I’ll make your life miserable, but that doesn’t mean that I’m evil, at least not per se.
And this does not only go for Slytherins.
It goes for every house.
You wanna know how I know? Apart from the obvious evidence given in the books, let’s just take one short look at their freakin’ crests.
☆ GRYFFINDOR ☆
Their house animal is a bloody lion!
Yes, it’s true that male lions sometimes fight recklessly. BUT, a lion pride has a strict hierarchy and rules which are to be followed. The young lions are to be protected at all cost and the pride is literally living together. Whether they are hunting or grooming each other or simply lying on the sun together. They protect each other, the pride and their territory.
So, should you ever think that Gryffindors are happy go lucky idiots , than you are most likely fucking wrong. Thank you very much.
☆ HUFFLEPUFF ☆
Oh boy, don’t even get me started… You think a badger is cute and harmless? Well, yes they are, but still. Have you ever heard of the honey-badger? Probably the most badass living mammal I have ever heard of. That animal eats snakes! Freakin’ snakes!!
It digs out the honey out off a bee hive and gets stung ten to twenty times and simply does not give a shit.
If you still think Hufflepuffs are vulnerable you better get ready to get your ass kicked.
☆ RAVENCLAW ☆
Alright, so, Ravenclaws always read and have a stick up their arse? Well, think again!
Their animal is a motherfudging eagle. That creature is so epic even Americas bald eagle loses its feathers. Have you seen its claws? Because I have and they certainly aren’t just for decoration.
They might have their head in the clouds but from up there they can see all your flaws so shut the fuck up about Ravenclaws being boring.
☆ SLYTHERIN ☆
Yes, you say the snake is an evil demon? Well , you thought wrong, asshat! It’s true that the snake is a sign of the wicked, but it is also known for its wisdom and healing. Snake poison is indeed used for certain antidotes hence the use of the snake as the sign of medicine.
Furthermore , in mythology it is the symbol of eternity and primal energy (Uroborus.)
So yeah, you wanna say that I’m a piece of shit? Okay, maybe so. But that has nothing to do with my Hogwarts house. So leave it.
When a Ravenclaw makes their way to the great hall for breakfast, they take the long way there so they can talk to some of their favorite portraits. Sometimes they get knowledge passed on through generations of portraits all over the school. Sometimes they hear the portraits talking about the past, sometimes distant, sometimes more recent. And most of the portraits like to talk about troublemakers that they always saw out of bed after hours and insisted on people calling them The Marauders. Whenever a Ravenclaw asks what The Marauders real names are, the portraits just smile sadly and say words that most certainly aren’t names: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good":
- Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius
""Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.":
“OF COURSE IT IS HAPPENING INSIDE YOUR HEAD, HARRY, BUT WHY ON EARTH SHOULD THAT MEAN THAT IT IS NOT REAL?”:
“You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.” :
"However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.":
- Neptune, Pisces
"Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”:
"Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human … the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength.":
"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.":
"I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.":
"You are protected in short by your ability to love":
"The mind is not a book to be opened at will and examined at leisure":
Some say that the trees whisper their names. That you can hear their fading laughter on the wind.
Footprints sometimes appear in the moist grass or mud and their steps echo through the halls.
The paintings on the wall tip their hats to the shadows dancing through the corridors and a cooling breeze gently caresses the curtains.
On photos you think you see a third person but they quickly disappear after a second look.
Sometimes the couch is still warm from someone else sitting on it , even though it’s three in the morning. And the house elves sometimes talk and wave at thin air.
The professors might call you by the wrong name and suddenly they have to blink tears away but can’t fight the small but sad smile that flickers over their face.
Countless cats and owls without an owner wander the school and sleep on the abandoned desks in empty class rooms. And sometimes, they freeze, lift their head and cry out. Whining until someone picks them up and reassures them.
Still opened books are gathering dust in the library. Nobody could ever bring themselves to store them away.
But sometimes a light winds picks up a page and will turn it ever so gently.
And every year on may 2nd , when the sunlight hits the surface of the lake, you can see the backs of fifty six people standing side by side. Facing the sun. They shimmer in the air and their feet don’t touch the ground.
One of them has red hair and the pupils could have sworn that they have seen someone who looked just like him when they were shopping in Diagon Alley.
Next to him, a married couple. You can tell by the way they are holding each others hands. The woman has bright pink hair and her husband seems to radiate warmth and kindness.
Then there is this younger kid. A vintage camera in his small hand. He always tries to take a picture of the sun, but he has never managed to catch the right moment yet.
Next to him stands a blonde, pale girl with a rose ribbon in her hair. She always lays a hand onto the boys bony shoulder and squeezes it gently.
They are surrounded by fifty other people.
The pupils can never actually see their faces. Only their backs. Like a wall of light and warmth they stand united at the lake. Enjoying the sun. Protecting what is left.
And there at the end of the line. There is a man, standing on his own. He is wearing all black. It suits him in a bizarre way. He is yellowish and pale and has black hair. He never looks at the sun. Instead, he stands in the shadow of a tree. Watching the others.
It took years. But after nineteen winters the married couple flowed towards him, took his hand and pulled him to join the others.
To stand together by the water. Between the wild and the school.
As a promise.
Not another child would die on this ground. Not here. History might be written with blood, but not at a place of ink. Not at this school.
That whilst Harry lost his parents, that day, Minerva MC Gonagall lost four of her students. One of them used to be a head girl the other the head boy and all of them were her dear friends. Who btw. where also part of the order. She hears that Sirius Black. **Sirius Black** , Potter’s best friend , killed him, his wife and Peter Pettigrew, also one of his closest mates. She learned that , without reason but only the order of a dark lord, he killed his friends and laughed at their corpses.
She learns that their lovely son will grow up without knowing his parents.
She hears that he will have to stay with the muggles who hate him and his kin. And don’t tell me she didn’t know that.
Then, 11 years later she meets the boy and he looks just like James. Except for his eyes. Of course. Don’t tell me she didn’t , just for a second, felt that thug in her stomach. The grief. Don’t tell me she didn’t want the very best for that boy so many people loved and lived and died for.
(Because I honestly don’t think Remus wanted to keep on going after he heard what happened)
Then, again, two years later it turns out that Black is actually innocent. Don’t you think she felt absolutely horrible and guilty for letting him being shipped off to azkaban when he was in fact innocent. FOR 12 BLOODY YEARS!!!
And then, in Harry ’s fifth year Black fucking dies?? I mean, bugger off arsehole! Sirius Black, finally free. And then? He falls into the bloody veil and leaves as well. He wasn’t even hit by the bloody avada kadavra! By that time she lost four of her former students!
And last but not least. Two years later. Remus Lupin dies. As the last of the mauraders, he dies with his wife’s hand clasped in his own.
DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW AWFUL IT HAD TO BE FOR MINERVA BLOODY MC GONAGALL? A TEACHER THAT OUTLIVED HER OWN STUDENTS. THE STUDENTS THAT WERE THE VERY HEART AND SOUL TO HER HOUSE? WHO WERE ALWAYS JUMPING AROUND, PRANKING PEOPLE AND ALWAYS, I MEAN ABSOLUTELY ALWAYS FOUND A WAY TO CHEER OTHER PEOPLE UP?
and it didn’t even stop there. I mean, she had to watch her own pupils die once again during the battle of hogwarts. Just so she could then, later on, be the headmaster for their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters.
ALL I WANT TO SAY IS:
SHE NEVER GAVE UP. SHE NEVER LOST HOPE. SO, THANKS MINERVA MC GONAGALL FOR BEING SUCH A BADASS.
You know that feeling when you really want to jump into the black and white lines in your book? When your own world seems boring and you realise that you are not the main character in a haunting story?
You are not Hermoine Granger, the brightest which of her age.
You are not Bilbo Baggins who left for an adventure.
You are not Katniss Everdeen who fought for life and love and justice.
You are not Achilles who grasped and swallowed immortality.
You not odysseus who walked with giants.
You are not Aelin who will gain back her crown.
Your are not fictional.
Instead you are very real. You might struggle with school. With your mentality. With your personal life. You wish for problems so big that they would overshadow your own and turn you life upside down.
You are waiting for an opportunity.
But you know what you are actually doing?
You are wasting time.
Yes, we are not in those magnificent universes that other people created with their imagination.
But you know what?
All stories have something that anchors them into our world.
Those ideas. Those worlds. Those universes. Those books. They didn’t appear out of thin air.
Something in those books, and it might only be the nightsky, but something in there comes from our world.
So get up and out. You want to dive into their world? How can you say that when you haven’t even seen your own?
Look up! Do you see the full moon that so many legends are spun around? Would you like to touch the stars that so many myths rang about? Do you see the mountains that giants used to play on? Do you listen to the whispering of the trees? The songs of the wind? The roaring of the sea? Do you hear the groaning of the woods? Those trees, do they move in your book? Walk to face Saruman?
What are they facing now?
Your world is just as magnificent as the one you read about.
The people are just as brilliant.
Now it’s your turn. You want to be the hero or the heroine in your life?
Well what are you waiting for?
You are millennium old stardust, formed by time itself.
You have iron in your blood and calcium in your bones.
Don’t tell me that you don’t have it in yourself to be the hero you read about.
You are a force of nature.
And no one can take that away. No one but yourself.
How did Fred and George figure out how to use the marauders map? “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” isn’t exactly a phrase you just happen to say.
Imagine the twins staying up late poking at this pilfered piece of old parchment, wants out, trying to figure it out. What if the map really WAS enchanted to insult whomever reads it (with special anti-snivellus spells worked in of course).
The twins LOVE IT, they think it’s hysterical, the want more! So they start interacting with the map more and offering their own quips and insults (“Mssr. Padfoot sounds like a loser with bad hair” “MSSR PADFOOT’S HAIR IS LUXURIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL EXCUSE YOU.”) They start developing a report with the personalities inside the map.
The map decides they’re worthy of its secrets.
Fred and George get even more into the map, and into these four mysterious mischief makers who paved the way for them. Did they go to Hogwarts? What houses were they in? Did Prongs play quidditch or gobstones? Did Moony have a girlfriend? Did Wormtail prefer chocolate or licorice?
Fred and Geoege start making goddamn Marauders headcanons. They’re super into it- these four people are their heroes. They imagine a whole life for them and speculate endlessly.
Flash forward to the summer before their 7th year. They’ve long since passed the map to Harry, have sort of gotten over their obsession with the marauders, have bigger things to focus on. But then in the hallway, in passing, they hear Sirius fondly calling Remus “Moony” and hear Lupin laugh and call Sirius “Padfoot”.