dumbledores-funeral

The Prince’s Tale:  Talking to Dumbledore’s Portrait

Forget Harry Potter as a whole series - you could write a dissertation on The Prince’s Tale chapter in itself; it’s an astonishing information dump of a chapter, where we suddenly discover how the series hangs together.  

But one of the most fascinating sentences in The Prince’s Tale is rarely discussed:

And the scene shifted. Now, Harry saw Snape talking to the portrait of Dumbledore behind his desk.

It’s so inconsequential, you barely see it.  But this is Severus Snape - wanted murderer - standing in the Headmaster’s Office at Hogwarts, talking to the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.  

This is before the scene at Malfoy Manor; and therefore, before the disagreement between Yaxley and Snape as to who holds the correct information about Potter’s leaving date - but after Snape has murdered Dumbledore.  

Why is this important?  

Well, Severus Snape is appointed headmaster after the Battle of the Seven Potters - and therefore after the scene at Malfoy Manor:

Severus Snape, long-standing Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher…

So Snape is in Hogwarts - in the Headmaster’s Office, no less - when he is supposed to be on the run for Dumbledore’s murder.  Yet here he is, chatting away to his portrait master seemingly without a care in the world.

But it’s not because he’s already headmaster - because he isn’t.  He hasn’t strolled up to the castle with Ministry approval; this is happening whilst Snape has no legitimacy at Hogwarts, and if the staff knew he was there, they’d surely hunt him down.  

Previous summers notwithstanding, I find it implausible that the teachers would leave the grounds en masse for their holidays, leaving the castle vulnerable to a hostile takeover - so he hasn’t waltzed into the castle because McGonagall and Flitwick fancied a week in Majorca.  

So how did Snape get into the castle without being caught?  

Well, when would they all have been busy?  When would all of the staff have been otherwise occupied, and not expecting any sort of an ambush?

The day of Dumbledore’s funeral.  

Originally posted by dracoxslytherin

How fantastically beautiful that Dumbledore’s portrait was briefing Snape, his most trusted spy, on his next steps in the war - whilst the rest of the wizarding world stood outside, sobbing over Dumbledore’s death at the hand of his apparently traitorous member of staff.  

Ron and Hermione Awards -- Time to nominate your faves!

Hi, folks!

In honor of the triumphant return of Tumblr’s Ron and Hermione Awards (courtesy of otterandterrier and aloemilk!) here’s a list of the fics I published this year.  I hope you’ll enjoy them, my fellow Romione shippers!

xoxo,

Holly1492

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All In
“Did that really just happen?” “Yes, I believe so,” I tell her. “Mmmmmm … this changes everything, you know,” she murmurs. “Is that a promise, love?” Ron and Hermione have a lot to sort out on the eve of Dumbledore’s funeral. AU. COMPLETE!
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Ron W., Hermione G.] - Chapters: 39 - Words: 275,182 - Reviews: 536 - Favs: 213 - Follows: 132

One Punch: A History
Thayer’s words — “Came running to you, did she?” — struck a nerve because, well, she actually hadn’t, but Ron wished like hell she had. And they revealed that Thayer knew what probably everybody knew. Ron was at Hermione’s command. Even now, despite trying to forget, this amazing firework of a girl still ruled his heart. AU - COMPLETE!
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - [Ron W., Hermione G.] - Chapters: 24 - Words: 61,051 - Reviews: 362 - Favs: 82 - Follows: 59

What’s Changed—And What Hasn’t
“I think, as your girlfriend, that I have certain rights and privileges,” Hermione said through a smile. “Oh you do, do you?” he answered, grinning right back. “I do indeed,” she continued. “You are now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, *mine,* Mr. Weasley, and I think you’ll find me to be quite insistent on the matter.” A canon-compliant, post-war Romione tale. COMPLETE!
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - [Ron W., Hermione G.] - Chapters: 10 - Words: 18,957 - Reviews: 147 - Favs: 68 - Follows: 64

I Saw The Light
Arthur saw the blazing look in his son’s eyes and felt a wave of pride. Ron had become a man. He had much to learn and would doubtless make mistakes, but in its essentials, the die was cast. Ron wasn’t going to do something behind his parents’ back. No, Hermione was his, and a man takes care of what is his. That was that. A post-war Romione tale told in vignettes. COMPLETE!
Rated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - [Hermione G., Ron W.] - Chapters: 16 - Words: 53,036 - Reviews: 239 - Favs: 107 - Follows: 121

The Way We Will Be
“What I’m about to say doesn’t make any sense, because you had been erased from my memory for so long, but, bloody hell, Hermione, I *missed* you,” Ron said. “I think I knew all along that some part of me wasn’t whole, though I know you might think that’s crazy.” This fic is a sequel to another writer’s creation: “Making Memories” by ermynee322. Read that first, then this! AU
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 13,972 - Reviews: 67 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 30

The Babbling Brook
“Oi, what’s so funny?” Ron asked, pulling away from Hermione’s neck and leaning back on one elbow to study her face, a mildly shocked, open-mouthed grin lighting his own. A romantic drabble and nothing more. Enjoy! Complete.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - [Hermione G., Ron W.] - Words: 1,871 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 7

If you have enjoyed my writing, I would be so honored if you would nominate it. Regardless, thanks so much for reading, and please share the love with other Romione writers and artists! It’s a great community of shippers!

Deadline for nominations is JANUARY 27!

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Harry placed the elf into the grave, arranged his tiny limbs so that he might have been resting, then climbed out and gazed for the last time upon the little body. He forced himself not to break down as he remembered Dumbledore’s funeral, and the rows and rows of golden chairs, and the Minister of Magic in the front row, the recitation of Dumbledore’s achievements, the stateliness of the white marble tomb. He felt that Dobby deserved just as grand a funeral, and yet here the elf lay between bushes in a roughly dug hole.