harry is 20

hs1 is over!! there will actually be a hs2!! it will be titled something completely different!! it will have different aesthetics!! there will be another world tour!! new merch!! we will have at least 20+ songs after it is released in harry’s discography!!! 20 whole songs of harry’s voice as a solo artist!!!

Hogwarts Houses as Tumblr Users

Ravenclaw: Saves things in their drafts and forgets about them for months, makes long tangent posts about subjects they are passionate about, spills too much personal details in their tags

Gryffindor: Memes, lots and lots of spicy memes

Hufflepuff: Sends nice messages to others, supports their friends/mutuals by reblogging their posts, posts cute animal gifs

Slytherin: Theme is on point, posts aesthetic memes, checks up on their friends when they make sad posts


Happy 20 years of Harry Potter!!!

When Harry gets a really bad nightmare, they all camp out in the common room and try to make harry laugh

Random! I actually didn’t like Harry Potter when I was younger because the dementors gave me nightmares 

Chapter twelve: The Mirror of Erised

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did.
Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.
‘Mum?’ he whispered. 'Dad?’
They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.
The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.