albus dumbledores army

The Hogwarts House Founders

Helga “Done with your shit” Huffepuff

Godric “I don’t look both ways before crossing the street” Gryffindor

Rowena “ I’m surrounded by idiots” Ravenclaw

Salzar “I’m gonna put a giant snake that could probably kill the students in the castle” Slytherin

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~Order of the Phoenix \ 1970s - 1981 \ founded by Albus Dumbledore~

~Order of the Phoenix \ 1995 - 1998 \ reformed by Albus Dumbledore~

~Dumbledore’s Army \ 1995 - 1996 \ founded by Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley~

~Dumbledore’s Army \ 1997-1998 \ reformed by Neville Longbottom, Ginerva Weasley and Luna Lovegood~

Dobby’s death reveals so much more than our untempered feels!!!

DO NOT SCROLL PAST THIS!!! If you do, you may miss the theory that may possibly shatter the very way you watch or read Harry Potter from here-on-out.

So, I have often found it peculiar and unreasonable that Bellatrix would be able to A) make the impossibly accurate knife-throw across the room and hit dobby, and B) throw it so fast that it could make it across the room in time before the group had fully disapperated. Thankfully, I have come to a marvelous conclusion.

Noting the visual effects shown during Harry’s few episodes of apparition, it isn’t much like teleportation in the sense that it is an instant passage from one spot to another. Instead, it appears to take very little time, but time nonetheless. From this we can conclude there is distance and time that is transpired. Similarly, it is shown as a sucking and stretching effect (laugh all you immature 12 yr olds), with the slow motion during Dobby’s disaparation depicting a blackish, swirling effect as well.

From all this evidence, I believe I can say that the act of apparating is in fact a sort of magical black hole, bridging two points together and then closing immediately. This explains why the knife struck Dobby as it did. The gravitational pull would cause the knife to increase in speed as well as go straight towards the center of its pull; the conjurer. This explains why Dobby was tragically caught by the airborne knife rather than those who were gathered around him.

But we can’t stop there! Remember, the knife went straight to the center of the gravitational pull; it stuck in Dobby’s abdomen, his gut. Harry, in the books, describes the act of apparating as a sucking sensation within his stomach. With this evidence, we can confidently assert that the source of one’s magic stems from the Solar Plexus, your core and 6th chakra, which is known as the source from which we as humans draw our energy, aka, magic.

BUT WAIT!!! IM NOT DONE!!! Squibs. They cannot or have difficulty performing magic. From the books, we know Dumbledore’s sister Ariana was a squib, as was Filch. Both are a bit loopy, with Ariana actually being described as mentally handicapped. Those with disabilities are described as often having blocked Qi/chakras (now don’t be confused. I’m not saying disabilities come from this, rather is a side effect of those disabilities). How does one clear these chakras? Acupuncture. My third and final conclusion that I will make is this; it is seemingly likely that one might be able to “cure,” or at least treat, a squib through acupuncture and energy work!

Guys…thanks to Dobby, we now can test a potential cure to the most debilitating magical impairment known to the wizarding world! We owe so much more to Dobby than tear filled eyes and the endearing humor we previously attributed with him! So once more, Thank you, Dobby, a free elf.

The Chosen One - Harry Potter | Harry Potter

Originally posted by asosyalbey

Requested by Anonymus

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Warning: None

Number of Words: 1020


It was no secret that I liked Harry Potter, but it was to him. Somehow everyone knew about it, even the professors, but it seemed like Harry did not. It all started in our third year when he comforted me after facing my boggart; my biggest fear. It was inenarrable for me. I just froze and did nothing. Without Professor Lupin, the best professor we ever had, stepping in, I may have stopped breathing. My best friend Y/F/N told me that it was like a huge dark cloud with arms reaching out for me. To explain it, I am afraid of things in the dark. I am not able to see where or what hides in the corners. I ran out as soon I realized that I embarrassed myself and started crying. I was sitting outside when Harry came up, surprisingly with a piece of chocolate. I do not know how he knew, but it made me feel better.

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“Dumbledore was a horrible man, he let children under his care fight a war that wasn’t theirs!!!!”

First of all, you don’t “let” people do anything. Once people reach a certain age, people are going to do what they want to do. That’s what most people on this hellsite don’t get when they accuse Dumbledore of manipulating everyone and everything and all that bullshit.

“He’s not above manipulating people! He’s a user! Why is he manipulating people?!”

Why are you letting yourself be manipulated? Are you that weak willed? If you don’t want to do something you don’t have to. Now Dumbledore was manipulative, but manipulation only works if people are willing to allow themselves to be so.



Second of all, everybody that participated in the Battle of Hogwarts was OF AGE. Everybody who wasn’t snuck in after they were told to go home. The ACTUAL heavy fighting was done by adults.

Third of all, what is plot? Or genre?! Why are we applying real world experiences to fiction? Just because it’s terrible for kids to participate in a war in the real world doesn’t mean that it’s not okay in that fictional world. Like y’all don’t know that kids fight epic battles and save the day all over literature?! But I hardly EVER see another mentor character get demonized the way Dumbledore does, even though the kid fighting is way younger than Harry.

Fourth of all: This war belonged to everyone. Dumbledore wasn’t the only adult “letting children fight” around here. It was their parents, the Order, the Aurors and the Ministry too. Those young people fought because they wanted to make a difference. Because they wanted to help defend the world they lived in, and their children would live in, and their grandchildren. They’re part of that world and they wanted to help save it. There were no “child soldiers”, Dumbledore wasn’t sending kids off to battle. The Trio were having their adventures but there weren’t any “kids going to war”, that’s BS. Most of the young people who did actual military fighting did so after Dumbledore was either GONE or DEAD. So he had nothing to do with that.

I rest my case…hopefully.


PS: The name “Dumbledore’s Army” was a joke Ginny came up with as a way to play on Fudge and the Ministry’s irrational fears. It wasn’t named that because Dumbledore had these children “oh so brainwashed” to everyone’s his cause.

Draco Malfoy Imagine: "I'm So Sorry" (Requested by Anon)

Imagine…

You were furious, fuming even. If anyone could draw a cartoon of what you looked like right now, your head would be extremely red with smoke coming out of your ears. You were in Dumbledore’s Army, and most people knew that, including your boyfriend Draco Malfoy. Regardless of what side you were on in this battle, you still loved him, as he did with you.

Even though it was excruciatingly hard sometimes.

Draco was in your Ravenclaw tower, and he was sitting on your bed waiting for you to make a reaction at what he just told you. 

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you shouted at him, “How could you do this to me?! How could you betray me like this?!”

Draco stared at you with desperation in his eyes, “Babe, I didn’t want to, I really didn’t.”

You threw your arms up in the air, “Then why did you do it?! You had a option to pick the right choice and not say anything to her about it, but you just HAD to go off running your mouth now did you?!”

“It was my duty to, (Y/N)!” he raised his voice at you, “I’m in the Inquisitorial Squad! I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t say anything!”

“‘You wouldn’t be doing your job?!’”, you repeated incredulously, “Fuck your job! Your job consists of Slytherin abusing power and other students for the sake of 'keeping the school in line’. The Inquisitorial Squad is bullshit and you know it!”

He stood up to face you, “Don’t fucking talk about it like that”.

“Why shouldn’t I?! You just ratted out your girlfriend, the one person who you’re supposed to love and protect with your heart and soul, to the bitch headmistress because you don’t like what I stand for.” you sneered at him.

“Dumbledore’s Army supports the wrong causes!” he shouted.

“Are you kidding me?! Dumbledore’s Army warns everyone about what’s coming! What’s going to happen! And they prepare them for it! The only reason why you hate it is because you can’t let anyone know that your stupid Lord Voldemort is back and he’s here to take Hogwarts under his control!”

“SHUT UP!” he screamed. This caused you to go silent, as because he had never yelled at you like this before. You sat down on your bed and stared off into space. 

When you finally looked up at him, you shook your head and your eyes started to fill with sadness. “What happened to you?” you asked sadly.

“You used to be so happy and so full of life when you were around me. Even if I didn’t agree with the things you did, I still loved you.”

He sat down beside you and buried his face in his hands. 

“I knew it was going to be difficult, dating someone like you. I knew what I was signing up for. But now you’ve gone too far. You just compromised the safety of your girlfriend’s life because 'you had to’. You didn’t have to Draco, and you know that. You had a choice.”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “This is not you.”, you said desperately, “Where’s the Draco I know and love? Where’s my baby?" 

Tears started to brim in your eyes, "This is not the person I fell in love with. Bring that person back. I miss that person so much.”

You broke off crying and let your head fall down while folding your hands together in your lap. Draco looked up and put his hand over his mouth. He knew you were right, he knew he could’ve just said nothing and waited for it to bubble to the surface like everything else did at school. He knew you didn’t go around telling Harry, Ron, or Hermione that he was a Death Eater, so what was his excuse for telling Umbridge about Dumbledore’s Army?

He looked over to see you crying and his heart shattered. God, he was such an asshole, and he knew it. But, if he wanted you to still be around 5 years from now, a week from now, or even an hour from now, he’d have to show you that the Draco Malfoy you fell in love with was still there inside of him.

He pulled you into his chest, letting you cry into his shirt softly. As much as you wanted to push him away and tell him to get the hell out, you knew you couldn’t do that. You still wanted Draco to be around too, so you just wrapped your arms around him and cried. 

After bringing his head down to kiss the top of your head and really thinking about what he had just done, he burst into tears. Sobs escaped his throat and waterfalls started coming down his face. 

You sat up to look at him, his features were devastated and somewhat horrified. Draco couldn’t believe what he had just done. And so he cried and cried and cried.

He looked into your eyes and managed to blubber out, “I-I’m s-o sorry.”

More tears started coming down your face and you nodded and pulled him into you. “I know baby, I know.” you said softly, still crying. 

Draco started crying even harder and fell off the bed so that he was on his knees and his head was on your lap, the tears getting on your skirt.

You rubbed the top of his back and stroked his hair softly. The old Draco was back, you could see him now. Now all he needed to do was to right the wrongs he had made in the past, starting with yours.

He was still sobbing into your lap and he clutched tightly onto your skirt.

“Baby I’m so sorry.”, he cried out, “I swear to God, I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

“Sshh…” you comfortingly shushed him, “Sshh…it’s okay, I’m still here.”

“Do you still love me?” he cried. 

You nodded, trying desperately to keep your composure. “Yea baby, I do. I still love you.”

He looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot, cheeks red, and his face stained with tears. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, please. Forgive me. I beg you to forgive me, I still love you.”, the boy was sobbing so hard, he was almost incoherent. But you could still understand him, “I love you so much (Y/N), I swear to God I love you.”

Tears came down your face and you leaned forward to meet Draco’s face. “I forgive you, okay? I forgive you, and I still love you alright? I’ll love you no matter what you do.” You placed a long, loving kiss on his lips and pulled away to lean your forehead on his.

“Thank God”, he sobbed out, “Thank God baby." 

He buried his head into your skirt again, "Oh I’m so sorry.”

You couldn’t say anything else. The only thing you could do was hug him as he sobbed into your clothes and apologized over and over again and told you he loved you repeatedly.

Everything was going to be okay…right?