conquered the dark lord

andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Draco dying his hair light blue

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.

“Harry! Harry? What are you – “

“Malfoy.” Harry answers Hermione without looking away.

Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato. “What?”

“Malfoy,” Harry explains again, “He – Look what he did.”

Hermione’s eyes remain fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war is over. We’re all on the same side.”

“No, look what he did to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.

Hermione and Ron finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair and all.

“Bloody hell.”

“That is surprising,” Hermione admits.

“Maybe someone cursed him?” Ron suggests.

“I hope not,” Hermione frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried this week.”

Harry’s chest constricts. “That’s this week?”

“Yes, Harry. I thought you were the one stalking him?”

“Well he has been sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.

Hermione shakes her head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him again.”

“I’m not stalking,” Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”

Hermione smiles wickedly and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then what do I usually eat for breakfast?”

Harry tries to eye her plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m not stalking Malfoy,” Harry tries again.

Ron sniggers into his morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”

Hermione rests her head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go over there and ask him?”

“Ask him what?”

Hermione closes her eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his hair is blue.”

“I can’t – “

“Mate, just go,” Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this all day if you don’t.”

Malfoy looks up in surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”

“Malfoy.” Harry nods. He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.

Malfoy drops his spoon and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”

“No, I – why is your hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.

One of Malfoy’s hands automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment. After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with it?” He asks.

“No, not at all. It’s just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.

“it’s poetic, Potter.”

Harry turns back to Malfoy. “Poetic?”

Malfoy shrugs, and looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”

Harry considers this. “Your mother?” He asks, softly.

“Yes,” Malfoy says into his cereal.

“Do you – I mean, would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say that?

Malfoy looks up, sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”

Harry feels his cheeks reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.

“Of course,” Malfoy says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?

“And you might need…support.”

A small smile plays on the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”

“Right, I didn’t mean to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”

Malfoy tilts his head and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.

“Okay,” Malfoy finally says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his cereal.

Harry can’t stop staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.

“Go ask him, already.”

Malfoy looks up. This time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”

“You know what.”

Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten me.”

Harry stares at Malfoy’s hair. “Why green?”

Malfoy shrugs. “Just felt like it.”

Harry frowns. He wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he points out.

“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.

Harry blinks, processing. “What?”

“His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”

Harry feels himself blushing again.

“Maybe I should have gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might melt.

“You remembered the po – “

“I wrote the poem,” corrects Malfoy.

Harry frowns “But I always thought Ginny – “

Malfoy shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Does that mean you – that you used to – “

Malfoy interrupts with a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”

Harry gulps. “Yeah.”

“I thought that was obvious, Potter.”

Harry feels like his knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that was also obvious, Harry.”            

And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.

Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.

Harry can’t stop staring. Breakfast never stood a chance.  Malfoy’s hair is pink.

He doesn’t even bother to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall.

Malfoy watches him as he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “

Harry interrupts by leaning down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.

And his hair is bloody pink.


His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

happy birthday, harry james potter! (b. july 31, 1980)

jehvty-archive-deactivated20170  asked:

▲ Star Wars?

Hrm. I’ve been meaning to write something of a serious piece on what I consider the Jedi Order’s greatest flaw, and how that nearly contributed to their destruction twice in a period of four thousand years, but that’s less of an unpopular opinion and more of me illustrating how much of a nerd I am by illustrating how seriously I take a fictional universe. Oh well.

You see, before Lucas directed the prequels and illustrated much of what the Jedi Order was like, at least in the period of the Old Republic’s decline and the Rise of the Empire, the EU writers and the fans had to speculate what the order was actually like based on what little we saw of the Jedi from Obi-Wan and Yoda. As a result, if you read the older material (much of which is non canon now thanks to the new trilogy) you might see a very different picture of the Jedi than you might expect. Instead of the one master per apprentice tradition, there were singular masters who taught many students, later titled Jedi Watchman who oversaw the security of whole star systems, and their philosophies weren’t always singular. Another example that goes against the grain of the prequel era Jedi was the presence of Jedi Lords who existed a thousand years before the films. A Jedi going so far to call themselves a “Lord” as their Sith archenemies might, would be considered anathema to the Jedi of Yoda’s era.

There are other examples, such as groups of Jedi that integrated with the culture of their native system, such as the Corellian Jedi of Han Solo’s homeworld and the Teepo Paladins, a sect that broke off the order due to discarding their lighstabers in favor of blasters (they could use the Force to alter the physics of their blaster bolts to due some Matrix style stuff). 

But the greatest difference between the Jedi of Lucas’ prequel era and the Jedi that already existed in the speculated fiction was that many of them had whole families of their own. Nomi Sunrider, the woman who would become Yoda’s equivalent in her Age, had been married prior to becoming a Jedi, and had a daughter Vima who would eventually follow in her mother’s footsteps to become a Jedi herself. Nomi’s husband, Andur, who’d originally planned on being a Jedi instead of Nomi, had fully expected that he’d be able to train Vima himself before his murder at the hands of gangsters. In the same time period, the Qel-Droma family was famous for having many members present among the Order, with at least three cousins involved in the business of being Jedi. 

One of the core plots of the prequels was that the Jedi Order didn’t permit its members to be married and have families. Recruitment of new Jedi was done through the adoption of children who were strong in the Force randomly among the citizens of the galactic republic. This is a rather huge gap in beliefs and practices among the Jedi. So, how to address the difference in beliefs?

The way they ended up illustrating how these differing philosophies coexisting proved fascinating to me. It also highlighted what I began to see as the greatest flaw of the Jedi, and why I have so much faith that Luke Skywalker’s going to be able to shed that weakness once and for all.

Lets begin with what’s considered to be the Old Republic Era, specifically the ten year period that began with Mandalorian Wars, reached its peak during the Jedi Civil War, and finally concluded with a number of unseen but bloody conflicts called the Dark Wars. Just prior to the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars, the Jedi of this war were recovering from a major conflict with the Sith Lord Exar Kun, their numbers diminished to the point that even decades later they hadn’t quite recovered. As a result, many of the traditions that stressed individual strands of Jedi culture and formation of families were discouraged but not totally censured by the High Council. Given time, it’s likely that we’d see many of the practices of the prequel era Jedi take root in the order. But the onset of the Mandalorian Wars ensured that the Jedi would never find out.

A massive invasion against the Republic by the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders, a revival of the Mandalorian warrior culture that was led by their supreme leader, Mandalore the Ultimate, in the hopes of conquering the Republic and testing their might against the Jedi. Except, the Jedi did not fight. Still wounded from the last major war, the Jedi Council was hesitant to be drawn into another, along with warnings from the Force that their was something dark on the horizon that went beyond the Mandalorian Crusade. 

Whether the Council was right or not, a group of Jedi led by a charismatic figure who would one day be known as Revan refused to the let the Republic fall without their assistance. They split from the Order, forming what was initially called the Jedi Crusaders in direct contrast to the Mandalorian invaders. Revan defeated the Mandalorians, breaking their fleet at Malachor V, and personally defeating Mandalore the Ultimate in single combat. 

He should have returned to the Republic a conquering hero. Instead, Revan vanished, and later returned as a Dark Lord of the Sith, at the head of a massive invasion fleet consisting alien technology and manned by fallen Jedi and Republic soldiers. Thus began what would later be called the Jedi Civil War, for though Revan, and later Malak ,his apprentice, called themselves Sith, to the greater galaxy, it was as though the Jedi Order had turned on itself, with the Republic being trapped between them.

At war’s end, barely a hundred Jedi were left, and they found themselves targeted by Sith Assassins, reducing an already reduced order to barely a few. When the Dark Wars, as this period was known, ended, what few Jedi were left essentially had to start over from scratch. 

The key part I took away from this age, which were illustrated in the Knights of the Old Republic series, was that the Jedi had a serious flaw in that many of their own number, including some of their greatest number such as Revan, fell to the Dark Side. The second of the two games, KotOR 2, the SIth Lords, was a powerful deconstruction of the Jedi and the Star Wars universe, much of it focused on the Force and its sometimes contradictory nature. Kreia, a fascinating character inspired by both the Emperor and Obi Wan Kenobi,  was the mouthpiece for much of this deconstruction, forcing the player to reevalute their beliefs on the Force, the Jedi, and the Sith. The Jedi of this age were ultimately destroyed because of their inability to examine the flaws and their teachings, and more importantly why they were falling to the Dark Side. The survivors, the majority of which consisted of the Students of a Jedi who’d been exiled from the Order for following Revan to war, and yet had been the only one to return to justify their decision to fight the Mandalorians . Her teachings proved the bedrock of a Jedi Order that was able to restore itself in the three hundred years prior to the next major conflict of the Dark Side, and was open to to varying interpretations of the Force and its meanings.

Fast forward three thousand years, and history repeats itself. The Sith have returned and conquered much of the galaxy, ruling from individual kingdoms across the Galaxy, trapping those within their rule from rescue, and once again the High Council seemed slow to intervene. In frustration, many Jedi went off on their own to fight the Sith, and the they did so spectacularly. Their efforts were so successful that in gratitude, many thankful citizens gave the Jedi the keys to their individual kingdoms, providing the onset of the age of the Jedi Lords, a schism of Jedi who held baronies and titles across the galaxy, formed families, and even managed to occasionally hold political office as the Supreme Chancellor multiple times! They even formed what was unoffically known as the Jedi Grand Council in direct contrast to the more traditional High Council.

Originally posted by perroboris

The Jedi of this era were written for the background of the popular Jedi Knight Games that starred Kyle Katarn, a rebel turned Jedi Knight. Katarn’s adventures would lead him to the Valley of the Jedi, which came to be during the end of the Age of the Jedi Lords , or New Sith Wars as they are more commonly. The original Jedi Knight was when the title of Jedi Lord was first introduced. I can only assume after reading the lore of the Jedi in these particular storylines, that the writers assumed that the ancient Jedi must have shared to traits with western knights, including families, noble titles, and a very martial stance on fighting the Dark Side.

I confess I wouldn’t have minded if this turned out to be the case for the Order, as much of their attributes, a dedication to going into dark places for the sake of the innocent, tight bonds of loyalty, and being not unlike many of the Paladins on this blog. But having them being a rival schism of the more traditional Jedi provides some interesting story opportunities.

Opportunities that manifested in the Battle of Ruussan, where two massive armies of Jedi Lords and Sith destroyed each other in massive blast of Force energy, forming the Valley of the Jedi. This seemingly ended the Sith once and for all, and severely weakened the Jedi who did not follow the High Council, their diminished numbers swiftly turning those who still lived into a minority. A minority that found itself censured as the High Council brought the Jedi back to their way of thinking, drawing the Jedi together to the Temple on Coruscant, which would become a the primary training center for the next thousand years, along with enforcing the one master, one padawan rule to prevent any one Jedi from having significant influence over the Order’s future. 

Ironically, the Sith were reforming at this time as well. Darth Bane, partly due to recognizing that the treacherous nature of the Sith and his own personal beliefs on the nature of the Force, instigated the Rule of Two, ensuring there would then only two Sith Lords at any given time. One master to hold the power, and an apprentice to crave it. The Sith then retreated into the shadows, and would not resurface for a thousand years.

And finally we enter the age of the films. The Jedi of this era, though they don’t initially realize it, are under attack from the most devious Sith Lord to ever live: Darth Sidious, or as he’s known from his kindly facade, Sheev Palpatine.

Originally posted by nerdreamer

As of yet, how much of what occurred is due to Palpatine’s singular cunning or was part of the thousand year plan that began with Bane’s reformation of the Sith is uncertain. But the fact of the matter is that he crippled the Jedi well before he ever revealed his true nature, taking advantage of every weakness the Order had given itself in the aftermath of the Battle of Ruussan. He blinded them to future by clouding the Temple itself via an ancient Sith Shrine that was hidden beneath it. He took advantage of their isolationism to ferment resentment among the Republic for the Jedi. He orchestrated a war that was meant solely to grant him massive political power, and slowly bleed the Jedi over a long conflict, and finally, his ultimate coup was turning an emotionally vulnerable and desperate young man to his way of thinking.

The result is devastating for both the Jedi and the galaxy. The Order is betrayed, its future destroyed by the man who was destined to bring balance to the Force. Democracy is willing destroyed, and replaced with a tyrannical Empire that will rule the galaxy with an iron fist.

And two small children are hidden away, tiny lights hidden in the dark. Their planned destiny is to restore galaxy when the time is right. They do, but not in the way their mentors expect, and galaxy is better for it. Luke Skywalker does not slay Sidious, or his father. Because he is not afraid of either either death nor darkness, he redeems Anakin Skywalker, and the Galaxy is given the chance to heal.

Originally posted by thattallnerdybean

Looking back at all of it, all the history and the events that led to so many deaths, and war on massive scale, I recognized one common thread, a reason why history repeated itself. 

Fear. The answer is fear. Specifically, fear of the Dark Side. Rather than risk any interaction with it, large sections of the Order have over the eons have insulated the Jedi and reduced the risk of corruption by preventing conflicting teachings and isolation from the greater galaxy. 

This isolationism made them vulnerable to Sidious’ manipulations, and gave him the opportunity to turn Anakin Skywalker by utilizing his fear of loss. The lack of any varying branches of philosophy also made them predictable, and unable to adapt to a changing political situation. Essentially, what one disillusioned Jedi called Council’s “Damnable sense of over caution” made the Order stagnant and crippled while their greatest enemy only grew stronger in the shadows.

Yet, I have hope for the Jedi of the future. Luke was instructed with the bare essentials on becoming a Jedi Knight, and unlike his teachers was still able to see the kernel of light in Darth Vader’s heart. As this quotation from one of my favorite Star Wars books illustrates, whatever new shape the Jedi take in the future, under Luke’s guidance, they won’t have the same weakness that destroyed them before.

  • Kar Vastor:I have known Jedi. Many, many years ago. That knowing was not a gladness for me. I believed I would never know another, and I rejoiced in that belief. But it is a gladness for me to be proven wrong. I am happy to have known you, Jedi Luke Skywalker. You are more than they were.
  • Luke Skywalker: That’s–I mean, thanks, but I barely know anything.
  • Kar Vastor:So you believe. But I say to you: you are greater than the Jedi of former days.
  • Luke Skywalker: What makes you say that?
  • Kar Vastor:Because unlike the Knights of old, Jedi Luke Skywalker… You are not afraid of the dark
So when the Hinny kids want to annoy Ginny they chant...
  • Ginny: You children think you're so annoying but I grew up with six brothers. I can handle whatever you throw at me.
  • James, Al and Lily: *grin*
  • James: His eyes...
  • Ginny: *eyes widening* You wouldn't dare...
  • James: His eyes are green as a fresh pickled toad!
  • Al: *wiggling his eyebrows* His hair is dark as a blackboard!
  • Lily: *giggling* I wish he was mine!
  • James: *winking at Ginny* He's truly divine,
  • All three: The hero who conquered The Dark Lord! *laughing and running away before she catches them*
  • Ginny: *screaming* HARRY, WHEN DID YOU TEACH THEM THIS?!

                                           his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
                                                   his hair is as dark as a blackboard.
                                                i wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
                                             the hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

malfory dark lord headcanon
accompanying edit found (x).
  • Harry doesn’t win. His death at the hands of the dark lord Voldemort, after his “fake death” to destroy the horcrux within himself, is a scar on the wizarding world, obliterating their confidence and hope.
  • Voldemort reins on, and chooses the Malfoy boy to be his heir.
  • Cedric isn’t dead. He’s put in a state near death, however Draco - who had a crush on the hufflepuff seeker, bartered to have his life spared. However, Cedric is gravely wounded due to how long his body remains in a corpse-like state. He is nursed back to health at the malfoy manor, though will not return to full health for some years - while everyone else believes he is dead.
  • While not originally friendly, Cedric and Draco slowly warm up to each other as they spend more time together and Draco helps Cedric stay up-to-date with the teachings he is missing from Hogwarts. 
  • These feelings develop into something more on both sides, as Draco is subjected to Cedric’s kindness but is allowed to see his mischievous side, and Cedric sees what the Malfoy heir hides behind his mask.
  • Both grow to be more loyal followers of the dark arts as Voldemort grooms Draco to be the next dark lord, and therefore both Draco and Cedric are offered special treatment. It takes a while, but they learn to appreciate the new rule, and look forward to the future.
  • Draco takes over when Voldemort finally does die, all of his horcruxes destroyed and unable to create new ones.
  • While Draco when he was younger originally had a greater capacity for kindness and mercy than Voldemort, you know what they say: those who are capable of the greatest acts of kindness are also capable of the greatest acts of harm should the tables turn. And turn the tables did. Bitterness towards a world who never gave him a chance to be anything else conquered all other thoughts - and so he, in turn, conquered the wizarding world.
  • If it was a dark lord they wanted, that is what they would get.
  • The same could be said of Cedric, who needed a bit more convincing but who ultimately chose to follow his heart - and therefore Draco, over his original morality - a romantic to the end: a boy who was capable of the greatest kindness and sacrifice for others chose to sacrifice his beliefs and morals to stand next to the one he loved. It changed him, twisted him into something darker. A kind Hufflepuff, who comes off as warm, merciful, understanding, kind - that is a manipulative, dark, dangerous Hufflepuff.
  • While it was expected of a Slytherin to be dark and cruel, merciless, inflicting pain on others for the pleasure of it and stepping on anyone to get where they wanted to go - nobody realized what a Hufflepuff could do on the dark side until it was too late. Cedric’s words were liquid honey, his eyes enchanting and convincing, his hand a soft touch on a shoulder, a kindness in the midst of a sea of pain and terror. He was an anchor - swaying followers to be loyal through manipulative kindness and soft, crooning words… and those who got on his bad side… quickly realized exactly how devastating a Hufflepuff’s wrath could be, exactly how loyal those unafraid of toil were, and to what extent they would go to in order to protect those they cared about.
  • Under Draco Malfoy, new dark lord, the rule was glacial cold. 
  • No room for argument. No room for rebellion. No room for raised voice in protest. It was simply his way, an iron grip around the throats of the entire wizarding community.
  • Cedric choosing to follow Draco - a supportive hand in his hold, lips pressing against his to swallow the terror of what had to be done - was enough to propel the Malfoy heir to continue the legacy of the dark arts, convincing the Malfoy heir that if Cedric was choosing to stand next to him - love him, even like this- then what he was doing was either right or so very wrong but he was getting away with it.
  • Neither realized that they were driving each other further and further into the dark arts - simply wanting to be there for each other, support each other, not lose each other. Yet fate would have it that through those actions or trying to cling to each other in a lovers embrace, they did drive each other further and further past the tipping point.
  • It was a common sight:
  • Cedric sitting at Draco’s feet while Draco lounges in a throne-like chair, one calve pressed against Cedric’s side. One of his pale hands rests on the black armrest all regal like while the other plays with strands of Cedric’s beautiful honey hair. 
  • Draco’s face is that of a serpent; ensnaring and venomous, with fangs and poison and death lurking behind closed lips, a cruel smile twisting their edges into a grimace of a sneer. Eyes are ice cold, sharp enough to cut, sharp enough to paralyze, commanding submission. An ice-cold flame. 
  • Cedric, on the other hand, is all soft edges and warm firelight in the cold blizzard that is Draco Malfoy. His honey eyes reflect warmth and protection, promising to listen, promising mercy, promising kindness and gentle touches and soothing words. His lips hover at a kind smile, beckoning closer, one leg up in a bent angle and the other stretched out in front of him casually, at ease, one wrist resting on his raised knee with his hand hanging off, the other resting on the floor next to him. 
  • His honey-warm voice brings others closer as he tilts his head into Draco’s leg, nuzzling soft hair against a black trouser-covered thigh as his eyes close, listening to the excuses offered for failure of a subordinate. 
  • Draco’s smile curls up further as his fingers continue to play with soft hair, all the while his other hand tapping impatiently against an armrest - no excuses for failure. 
  • Cedric will be the one who does it, ultimately. The one who makes an example out of the failure, because Draco retains his dominance by watching impassively from his throne while the man he chose to be by his side both demonstrates his loyalty to his dark lord and cows those in opposition to silence.
  • While Draco is ice, permafrost and destruction and unapproachable, Cedric is fire, bright and drawing others in like a moth to a flame, only to be burned when they trust him the most.
  • While Draco is the hurricane, the tsunami, the blizzard, Cedric is the false sense of security in the eye of the storm, the calm before the destruction, the moment of silence that hangs in the air.
  • Draco can see his followers, both willing and unwilling followers, as well as the citizens that he dictates to under his glacial rule as dark lord, eyeing up his beautiful Cedric. His angel of warmth in the midst of a frozen kingdom. Untouched, too pure to exist in such a dark landscape. 
  • While it grated on his nerves at first, jealous creature that he’s become, he turned to claiming Cedric as his own publicly: dragging the other boy’s head down for passionate kisses in front of his followers, pulling away slightly while his teeth catch Cedric’s lower lip and tug, sometimes hard enough to draw blood, a hand resting on the back of Cedric’s neck as he leads the other boy away. 
  • Lewd remarks to the former Hufflepuff during meetings with his inner circle, dragging Cedric to sit in his lap during meetings. Cedric himself will lounge willingly at Draco’s feet when in the throne room; the room a great hall with only the throne to sit on - and staying standing is just so uncomfortable. 
  • A game of dominance, that Cedric does not mind allowing Draco to win - as, should he ever feel inclined to ask for anything, Draco would give it to him in a heartbeat. The world was Cedric’s, as long as Cedric was Draco’s.
  • Draco’s possessive jealousy for the older man in public turns into pure glee and enjoyment of showing off that Cedric is his - a fact that Cedric knows, but doesn’t protest because it makes his dark lord happy. And he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a turn on. 
  • James Sirius: Lily, Albus, I've discovered something
  • Albus Severus: What?
  • James Sirius: Dad used to be famous
  • Lily Luna: *is currently watching Harry try to do the whip* Our dad? Are you sure?
  • James Sirius: Yeah Mom even wrote him this poem
  • "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
  • His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
  • I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
  • The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."
  • Lily Luna: Oh my god
  • Albus Severus: Dad defeated the Dark Lord!
  • Lily Luna: No I'm talking about how Mom was a fangirl

anonymous asked:

ts6 is an ode to harry potter i'm calling it now


“His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”

awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce  asked:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, his hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he's really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord - in a posh af British accent

I had some fun with this one!


The (Exhausted) Knight in (Dented) Shining Armor

In some ways, Harry’s rescue of Ginny at the end of CS was textbook knight-in-shining-armor-rescues-the-damsel-in-distress.

Ginny is in danger, Harry puts himself in an extremely dangerous situation to save her, Harry defends Ginny’s honor, Harry fights with Tom, Harry defeats Tom, and Ginny wakes up to see Harry standing victorious. On one level, it looks like this grand storybook rescue.

Only it totally wasn’t.

Ginny has spent the last year imagining Harry as this grand romantic hero. He’s “the hero who conquered the Dark Lord” after all. But when Ginny woke up in the Chamber of Secrets, she didn’t see a perfect hero. All she saw was this grimy and exhausted-looking 5-foot tall 12-year-old standing there with a 3-foot long sword. He’s got blood on his robes and debris in his hair.

And Ginny doesn’t feel like the damsel in distress either. She feels violated, embarrassed, guilty, exhausted, and overwhelmed. She can’t stop crying and apologizing. She doesn’t even want to be comforted by Harry, she just wants her mother.

The following year, Ginny still holds some residual embarrassment, but we see her starting to treat Harry like a human rather than a mythical hero.

Because there’s nothing like actually being an unwilling participant in one of Harry’s various altercations with Voldemort to show you how very unglamorous and nightmarish it actually is.

At the end of her fist year, Ginny learned that being the damsel in distress wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. And being the hero wasn’t exactly a fairytale either.

the poem that ginny did not write

Do you remember in COS when was Valentine’s day and harry received that valentine from ginny? Well, it was not ginny who wrote it. Why do I think so? 

“ (…)  I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark Lord.“ That’s why. “The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”  

Only the Death Eaters call Voldemort “the Dark Lord”. Or their children. 

Plus, Draco Malfoy was there when harry received the poem. And when that happened, he yelled at Ginny “I don’t think Potter liked your valentine much!“ and how did he know it was from ginny?? I think he didn’t know anything bc it was he who wrote it and it can be easily explained like a defense mechanism because he knew that harry didnt like the valentine at all and that hurt. Ginny never admitted that was she who wrote the poem, neither, and she was having lots of problems with the diary to have  time to write it

 And, well, let’s be honest, “ I wish he was mine” really sounds like something that Draco would say bc everybody knows he always wanted harry

anonymous asked:

His eyes as green as fresh pickled toad His hair as dark as a blackboard I wish he were mine He's really divine The hero who conquered the dark lord