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Susan Bones.

When she entered Hogwarts, she began by shocking everybody when she–smart, kind, pragmatic Susan–was placed without hesitation, not in Ravenclaw as expected, but in Hufflepuff: house of the castoffs who weren’t brave or smart or shrewd or anything at all, really, just pushed to the back burner while the other houses claimed their fame and glory.

Susan Bones, whose family had experienced untold horrors as they were murdered one by one by the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War, did not let her past nor her fear define her.

Susan Bones, niece of renowned judge Amelia Bones, remained stolid and level headed in the face of danger, through the opening of the Chamber, the invasion of Hogwarts by dementors, and Cedric Diggory’s death.

Susan Bones joined Dumbledore’s Army to defy Voldemort, to protect herself and her loved ones against this senseless reign of terror that had already hurt so many, placing her hard earned faith in the nervous looking Potter boy who her Auntie had admired last summer for producing a fully corporeal patronus, learning all that she could with a purpose driven ambition.

Susan Bones endured the frantic queries of fellow students who spoke of her murdered relatives, sick to her stomach of this twisted fame and wishing it could just all be over.

Susan Bones lived through the murder of her Auntie Amelia, brutally killed at wand point by Voldemort, feeling as though the ground beneath her feet was failing when her beloved role model, advisor, and caretaker disappeared.

Susan Bones fought through the tenure of the Carrows, protecting the younger students from their wrath alongside the D.A., standing up to their injustice and abuse with a courage and skill paralleled by few. 

Susan Bones watched her family members fall one by one once more with a morbid sense of deja vu, filled with pain and rage and hopelessness but battling on, loyal to the very end to the Potter boy and the memory of her family who had taught her not only spells and charms and potions but also justice, bravery, honesty, and compassion. 

Susan Bones watched Voldemort and his Death Eaters fall with a heart pounding with adrenaline and a soul filled with vindictive anger, as she brought down one murderer after another with the focused concentration and knowledge her Auntie had instilled in her so many years ago.

Susan Bones was not a Hufflepuff because she was nothing.

Susan Bones was a Hufflepuff because she was everything.


“You look at him like the story of Icarus
is a lesson you’re never gonna learn. 

Oh, but maybe some things were just meant to burn." 

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Do not mistake yourself for a guardian or a muse or a promise or a victim or a snack

You are a woman, skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat

You are not made of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses

You are not the poem or the punchline or the riddle or the joke

-Sarah Kay, The Type


You know we always joke about Neville Longbottom and his clumsiness and awkwardness and whatnot but

Honestly has anyone realized not only how brave but how deep this boy’s compassion is

He literally took care of a toad for seven years even though it gave him all kinds of shit and was by all appearances nonmagical and unremarkable, just because it was small and helpless and he cared about it

Neville isn’t just brave because of his actions in seventh year, from killing Nagini to rousing the DA against the Carrows.

Neville was brave his whole life, because he was strong enough to not care what everybody else thought about how useless Trevor was and keep him regardless, staying true to his own feelings.

And isn’t that true bravery, to be confident enough in oneself and care enough for another to defy one’s peers?