i'm texting harry potter

maybe instead of being bitter the rest of his life Snape should’ve improved himself and bettered himself to honor Lily’s memory and maybe lived life like she would have and been kind to everyone cause you never know what could happen to people you care about instead of just turning into a troll because she never loved him? just a thought

I like to think that Rita Skeeter totally lost whatever renown she had after the war and so Harry and Ginny and the others like to pick up her stories for fun without worrying about the effect it’ll have on their image? Like Harry just idly turns a page every morning and goes, “Oh, we’re getting a divorce.”
And Ginny yawns as she fetches two coffee mugs and says, “Is it because I’m snogging Neville?”
“No,” says Harry, “it’s because I’m snogging Neville.”
And Ginny slams down her mug and says, “Goddamnit, Harry, let me have my affair in peace, would you?”

There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.

here’s a headcanon: ginny always talks about pushing back marriage for her career so harry starts proposing to her with random objects. like really bizarre household stuff like toothbrushes and garden plants ?? and then one day, he bends down on his knee and before he can ask for her hand with an old spoon he found in the kitchen, she screams ‘YES’ in frustration because hell, if she wasn’t done with his bullshit then, she sure is now but the moment she says yes, harry pulls out a ring and has this tiny little smile on his face as if all his confidence disappeared in a second. and ginny realizes that he had the ring all along. of course he did.

things i associate with the hogwarts houses

gryffindor

adrenaline rushes, climbing to a rooftop to see the sunrise, bruised knees, sneaking out at nightime, hot chocolate, sitting in front of a fireplace, running through corridors, shopping cart races, midday sun, unstoppable laughter

hufflepuff

passing notes to friends during classes, organising shelves, flower crowns, first warm spring day, fierce protectiveness, large bags of candy, group chats, countless hours of practising one’s skills, holding on tight, reminiscing old times

ravenclaw

intense debates, muffled speech inside a library, pointing out constellations, writing notes on books, a glass of good wine, pale morning sky, ink on fingertips, learning multiple languages, staying up all night, unreadable handwriting

slytherin

marble floors, the sound of running water, lists of good schools in big cities, motivational speeches, winter nights, rooms lit with candles, always having a plan, rarely shared secrets, smirking at the people you hate, expensive chocolate

  • Me: Oh, yeah, I'm just a casual fan
  • Also Me: I've read this series in three different languages because I know the plot so well I can read the paragraph, only know four words, and still know exactly what is happening.
Levels of fandom friendship

Level 1: Hey! How’s your day been going? I saw that one thing you posted about ___ and I just wanted to say that I completely agree and I think it’s hilarious that… etc

Level 2: Yooo what’s up? Have you read this one fic that has the ___ bc omggg you need to and it’s fantastic, here i’ll link it

Level 3: *out of nowhere message* they’RE JUST SO ____ AND ETC ETC [MORE RANDOM YELLING THAT WILL BE RECIPROCATED]

Level 4: (link) this one has ___  and ___ and ___ kinks and is a 7k pwp. takes place in ___ and fuck it’s good shit. oh also there’s fanart. enjoy

What have you and your friends reached?

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

date idea: we go to harry potter world and hold hands. you take out your wallet to buy me butterbeer. i take your wallet and leave you to fend for yourself in fortescues which is okay bc at least you’ll have food. 

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: harry james potter dealt with an abusive home and teachers, lost a significant amount of people he truly cared about including his parents whom he had never met and his godfather that he only knew about after twelve years, watched cedric being killed right before his eyes and made a promise to bring back his body to his parents, suffered from PTSD and got mistaken by a whiny teenager which could've easily been the case because harry james potter was a freaking 15-year-old boy with feelings, spent every year in hogwarts listening to people gossiping about him, making fun of him, thinking he was a liar or simply crazy, made it out be the biggest joke of the century on the national wizardry news yet he was legitimately one of the kindest and purest and loving souls to ever exist on this planet. harry james potter deserved better.

Draco as an acrobat
Draco with that flat toned stomach and defined arms of his
Legs For Days Malfoy
Draco hanging from the ceiling, doing exercises on the ground
Draco stretching on any surface available, driving Harry crazy
“Not on the counter!” is an often used phrase in the Potter-Malfoy household

Let's talk about Draco getting a stag as his patronus

I’m not even kidding i love this headcanon so much

Imagine the possibilities of his reactions

Harry walking by and seeing and snickering and muttering ‘Knew it’ and Draco tosses his wand down and tackles him in a 'WHAT THE FU-’

Draco going paler than pale, letting out a long loud whine and whimpering while the stag just prances around him

Draco facepalming and letting out a dry sob

Lucius shouting what the hell a fucking deer is doing waltzing into the dining room and why is a patronus being currently used in the house

Draco going 'fucking knew it’ then 'fucking potter’ then 'Oh. Fucking potter’

Severus snape sees it while in his portrait and can’t decide between congratulating his godson and letting out a war cry of rage so he settles on just choking and going back to his hogwarts frame

Draco calling potter up, telling him to get the fuck over now and casting one to show him and harry casts one too and just goes 'oh sweet now they can be friends’ and draco just loses it

Draco and a stag patronus people seriously