gryffindor**

the houses as things my dad has done
  • gryffindor: allowed his kids to go wild attacking him with water pistols in front of his peers and a lot of electrical equipment
  • hufflepuff: almost died dancing to 'cotton eyed joe' in a lion costume in church on the hottest day of the year
  • slytherin: got drunk and censored the wrong part of m******fucker
  • ravenclaw: walked into a pole because he was too busy admiring the architecture of a bridge

Saw this on Pinterest creds to owner. But like this has been happening to me at the library like I want to know what the book is about not someone’s opinion

Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.

Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s):                                                                         But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.

Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not  risk her son’s life like that.

Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.

Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.

Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy. 

Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.

Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.

They did not exchange one word.

But one glance was enough.

Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.

A nod.

The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.

And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.

Gryffindor, to Hufflepuff: How’s the most beautiful person in the world doing?

Hufflepuff: I don’t know, how are yo-

Slytherin, from across the room: I’m great thanks.

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{Hogwarts 1513}
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  • Person: It's september 1st
  • Me: oh, cool
  • Me, internally: Underneath these stairs, I hear the sneers and feel glares of my cousin, my uncle and my aunt. I can't believe how cruel they are and it stings my lighting scar to know that they'll never ever give me what I want.
  • I know I don't deserve these stupid rules made by the Dursleys here on Pri-
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Hogwarts {1513}
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Edits made by me :)