For some reason, I always like to imagine characters of Harry Potter as experiencing different mental disorders. I guess it makes me feel less alone. Feel free to disagree with me or add onto it.

Harry Potter - PTSD, depression

Hermione - obsessive compulsive personality traits.

Ron - arachnophobia

Snape - dysthymia, alcoholism/substance abuse (those aren’t just bottles of potion lying around his office)

Luna - either Aspergers or Schizotypal personality.

Voldemort - Antisocial personality, Macdonald triad.

Trelawney - pathological liar, generalised anxiety.

Draco - emotionally abused, low self esteem. 

Robes and Fake Blood

Originally posted by amaranthinedraco

Pairing: Implied Harry x Reader (ft. Ron)

Content/Warnings: None

Words: 150

A/N: I feel really bad for not getting a lot of content out to you guys… I just don’t have time to write D: With only 11 days left of October I’ll be posting the Halloween-specific prompts first to make sure that I can get them all done by the 31st. This was a request from anon for 14 with Harry.

Drabbles are closed.

“Whoa, what happened?” Ron asked when you stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

“Huh?” You asked, scrunching up your brow. Glancing down, you noticed the red dye that coated your shirt. “Oh, this?”

“Yeah,” Harry affirmed, squinting at you in concern. “That is fake blood, right?

“No Harry, it’s real,” You quipped sarcastically. “Of course it’s fake. I was working in the Room of Requirement with Fred and George and it got a little messy.”

“What were you working on that you got fake blood all over you?” Harry asked curiously, long used to you working with the Weasley twins.

You shrugged. “That’s classified, Harry, sorry. But if you really want to know, just wait ‘till Halloween.”

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, the two of them grinning. “Please tell me it involves the Slytherins.”

You simply smiled, sending your two friends a wink before trotting towards the stairs. “Night boys!”

“Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends … friends … friends …

me everytime: