anonymous asked:

Snape and Harry wondering around town?

“This is all your fault, Potter!” Snape hissed, his eyes flashing with fury.

“I wasn’t the one who turned Neville into a bloody goose!” Harry snarled back.

“Yes, well, you missed him with your stunner,” Snape replied venomously.

“Yeah, well who was the one who backhanded my wand hand and sent it spinning off into the bushes?” Harry growled, his eyes narrowed to slits.

“You’re not much better!” Snape bellowed. “Your damnable flailing made my wand slip from my grasp and Longbottom-the-goose GRABBED IT IN HIS STUPID BEAK!”

“Well, I guess we can both agree that neither of us were responsible for sticking us together at the hip,” Harry replied, trying for the millionth time to unstick himself from the side of the considerably taller Potions master.

“Think again, Potter,” Snape snorted, “I find it perfectly reasonable to blame you. He is your friend, after all.”

“Well if you didn’t swoop in and scare- hey! There he is!” Harry tried to dart ahead, and nearly fell on his face as Snape let out a grunt of pain at the sudden and unexpected force pulling him forward.

“You might have warned me that you were going to do that!” Snape snapped angrily. “I could have twisted my ankle!”

“Oh no, how horrible,” Harry replied sarcastically.

“If this is how you treat people who are trying to help you, then I have no idea why Hermione is still your friend,” Snape replied, rolling his eyes.

“Ditto to the reason why she’s apparently decided dating you is a good idea,” Harry shot back.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, is it?” Snape lunged forward, nearly knocking Harry over. “You’re right. That is rather enjoyable.”

“Git,” Harry grumbled, repositioning his glasses, which had been knocked askew.

“Stop calling yourself names, Potter, and let’s catch that gorram goose!”

They awkwardly worked together for a few minutes before Harry tripped on a loose rock and they both tumbled to the ground, both of them swearing like sailors.  It was as they were trying to unhook themselves from the tangle of legs and arms and robes that a shadow fell over them.

“I leave you alone for twenty minutes, and what do I find?” Hermione stared down at them both with a murderous look on her face.  She was holding a very happy-looking goose under one arm. Snape’s wand stuck out of her pocket.

“Hominus Separatum,” She said clearly, waving her wand in a very complex manner.  With a loud snapping noise, both men flew apart. 

“Accio Harry’s wand,” Hermione said with a sigh of irritation, as though she’d spoken this exact spell many a time. The wand flew through the air toward her from the bushes and Harry’s arm shot out, catching it in mid-flight.

“Thanks, Hermione,” he said sheepishly.

“Ahem,” Snape said, holding out his hand, presumably for his wand.

“Sorry, Severus, but you have to pay the tax,” Hermione replied, smirking.

With a resigned look, he stood and walked over to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“There. Can I have my wand now?” he asked with a sulky look on his face.

“Only if you promise to turn Neville back,” Hermione replied.

“Wait, how did you know he was Neville?” Harry asked.

“He’s got a distinctive marking on his bum,” Hermione said, flushing as the two men arched their eyebrows at her. “Don’t ask me how I know that. It involves Peeves, a toilet and Neville’s toad.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Harry said, shaking his head.

“Which, of course, makes me want to know all the more,” Snape said, smirking ghoulishly.

Hermione snorted. “Goose first, embarrassing storytime later. I warn you, though, fair’s fair. If I tell you Neville’s, he gets to hear yours.”

At that, both Harry and Snape went a rather pale shade of green.

“That’s what I thought. Come on, then. I think I have a book that will help us with this fowl problem.” Hermione said, smirking at her pun.

“Ugh, that was terrible,” Harry replied.

“Not as terrible as being stuck to you and your oversized ego, Potter,” Snape said, sniffing with distaste.

“Hey-!” Harry cut off his reply when he saw Hermione’s expression. 

The two of them followed at her side, not saying anything and refusing to look at each other for the rest of their trip. 

Some things really never do change.

archistratego  asked:

Gimme some headcanons for pansy y/n/m?

Y - E - S

  • all but vanishes after the war 
  • bc like she just needs to not be known
  • finds herself just hiding out in this tiny town with a population of 
  • like ten wizards maybe
  • one of whom runs this little herbology shop
  • which is more like a shed where people, wizarding and muggle, come by to get their herbs
  • (she sells generic herbs and plants and salves and stuff to the muggles)
  • and this woman just doesn’t care who pansy was or what she’d done or said before
  • just that she works hard and is honest to her 
  • and that’s what pansy needs
  • she spends her days working in the earth and dirt and sweating and it’s just
  • cathartic 
  • she spends her nights in the room above the shop with her window open and the breeze coming
  • reading and writing and just trying to come to terms with herself 
  • she reads wizarding books
  • but also muggle books; philosophy and personal growth and what not
  • and it helps so much
  • she finds some sort of inner peace with herself but also develops a little bit of anxiety??
  • like if she’s there she’s fine, but she gets anxious when thinking about going home and facing everything
  • but she knows she needs to
  • just not yet
  • so she continues her work and eventually runs the shop when her friend is away
  • and one day this old tibetan man shows up 
  • he’s their supplier for some of the things that are harder to find
  • and they get to chatting
  • and he’s making small talk, and asks where she went to school 
  • she’s a little ashamed, of what she’d done and how she’d been, but she says hogwarts
  • and he hums a little and says how interesting, bc he has an apprentice who went to hogwarts
  • maybe she’d heard of him?
  • neville longbottom
  • and she’s pulled back to that time in the green house
  • when they’d shared a moment of humanity in sixth year
  • and she smiles

Before I say goodnight, I feel terribly that I won’t be able to write for you guys for a few days; I’m studying for my finals, and my dad is off work this week so I’m going to be spending time with him. It’ll just be a few days and I’ll try my best to squeeze in some writing!!! Until then, here’s another general character blurb to get you to bed :)Also, I’m on mobile and the note and actual writing won’t separate so please bear with me!!! … … … … … … … … He smiled before he yawned, walking into the bright yellow kitchen of your shared flat, as he saw your back turned to him. He smelled pancakes - burning pancakes - and heard you singing your favorite song. Badly. He chuckled softly to himself, running a hand through his unkempt hair as he leaned on the doorframe, watching you ‘cook’. You hit a high note - tried, and failed to - and he laughed, louder than he had intended. You whipped your head around, smiling when you saw he was awake. “Didn’ know I was getting breakfast and a show, sweetheart,” he mumbled, grinning as he opened his arms to you. Walking into them, you giggled softly. “Only the best for my man,” you replied, kissing the skin closest to you. He chuckled, pressing his lips to the top of your head, smiling like an idiot. He’d never been so in love.

James Potter:
- Was a bully
- Jinxed people when he was bored and laughed at it
- Was totally okay with Remus being a werewolf
- Became an unregistered animagus so that his werewolf friend wouldn’t have to suffer through the full moon alone
- Realized within a few years what a douche he was to people
- Changed for the better
- Loved his wife and his son with all his heart and wanted only what was best for them
- Joined the Order of the Phoenix as soon as he left Hogwarts
- Faced Lord Voldemort without a wand, in hope of buying Lily and Harry time, knowing that he stood no chance of surviving

Severus Snape:
- Thought muggle-borns were inferior
- Called his only friend “mudblood”
- Became a Death Eater
- Told Voldemort about the prophecy, bc he was 100% okay with killing an infant
- When he got to know that it was Lily’s son, he asked Voldemort to spare HER, not caring how she would feel to have her son and husband killed
- Bullied Harry simply because he was James’ son
- Bullied Neville until he became the poor boy’s WORST FEAR (that same poor boy who witnessed his parents get tortured to insanity by Bellatrix, yet SNAPE was his worst fear.)
- Shamed Hermione for her teeth until she cried. And then she permanently changed them.
- Threatened to kill Trevor when Neville failed to do a potion
- Used his position of power as a teacher to make students’ lives miserable
- Told everyone Lupin was a werewolf, and intended to get him fired - Knew that Sirius didn’t tell Voldemort the Potters’ location (I could explain how but I can’t bother now) but still wanted him to get a dementor’s kiss bc of what happened when they were 16 - Helped Harry in the end

But sure, go ahead and tell me Snape was a better person than James.

I’m imagining the epilouge but with Neville’s kid instead of Harry’s.
  • Sensibly Named Child: Dad, what if the hat puts me in Slytherin?
  • Neville: Then it means you really are a Slytherin. Do you have any idea how hard I begged to be a Hufflepuff? How hard I argued with the hat against Gryffindor? And you know what, it turns out the hat was right and I pulled the sword out of the hat and killed the snake. It's a magical hat and you're an eleven year old who thinks Axe works to attract girls. You know nothing, listen to the hat.

I started a Harry Potter themed sketchbook for Inktober 2015… I’d planned to spend 10-15 minutes on a page and move on. I didn’t finish the whole 30 days due to work, so I promised myself I’d fill the whole book by October 31st, 2016… and I did. Here is the book in it’s entirety, every page! They rolled from being “quick” pieces to crazy, hour+ long sessions. I guess it turned into a love letter from me to the Potter books by the end of it. I had a blast drawing this… enjoy!


hp headcanon where a muggleborn hufflepuff sings “is this the real life? is this just fantasy?” under their breath because the song’s been stuck in their head for days, and then another muggleborn from across the table hears it and sings “caught in a landslide, no escape from reality” a little louder. now more than five muggleborn hufflepuffs turns their head to them and then they grin and sing “open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeeee”, their voices gradually getting louder, so now their whole table are listening and wondering wtf is going on. and on the ravenclaw table, a muggleborn hears them and then suddenly sings “i’m just a poor boy” a little too loud, causing heads to turn. but their muggleborn best friend beside them saves them and continues “i need no sympathy” just as loud, attracting more muggleborns. and then the hufflepuff + ravenclaw muggleborns all sing “because i’m easy come, easy go”, now catching everyone’s attention, even the professors and dumbledore himself. then enter the muggleborn gryffindors catching up to what the hell is going on and a 6th year gryffindor suddenly sings “little high, little low” and then hufflepuff + ravenclaw + gryffindor muggleborns are singing “anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to meeeeee” and then their voices grew louder when it came to the “mama, just killed a man” part and basically every muggleborn is singing along but then a confused slytherin shouts “what the bloody hell is going on?” since no one in their table seems to get what the actual fuck is going on (well, at least the purebloods didn’t). they stop singing, and a group of muggleborns in the gryffindor table were the last ones to realize that they were the only people left singing, so they stop too. there was a very awkward silence for a minute, someone mutters something along the lines of “we were singing a muggle song”. every muggleborn who was just singing two minutes ago frowned, suddenly feeling bummed that all fun was ended.

but wait-
a muggleborn slytherin saves the day.

quietly singing “put a gun against his head,” paused, and then sang “pulled my trigger, now he’s dead” louder. because of the silence everyone heard the 3rd year slytherin  perfectly. so now they were singing again.  “mama, life had just begun, but now I’ve gone and thrown it all away” sings the ravenclaw + hufflepuff + gryffindor kids. the part “mama, oooooooh” got every muggleborn singing, yes, even the hesitant slytherins.

and a ravenclaw kid charms a wall to show the lyrics. at first every pureblood’s like “oh come one wtf is this shit again” but then they realize that these were the lyrics so a few purebloods from each house join the singing and then in front you see dumbledore and mcgonagall swaying/dancing and hagrid and the others humming with the kids, all of them not being able to stop their smiles. and now everybody’s belting the lyrics (even purebloods) and the muggleborns are just having the time of their life, headbanging along while they all sing.


Concept: a movie theater that only shows Harry Potter films. The movies will be in 4D. The temperature will drop when dementors are present. Fans will blow on you during quidditch scenes. Enticing smells will be pumped in during feast scenes but don’t worry about feeling hungry because the theater will serve Bertie Botts, treacle tart, drumsticks, butterbeer, chocolate frogs and those tiny little pies that Mrs. Weasley makes. Instead of loyalty cups, you get discounts if you wear a Weasley sweater.


   “Dobby heard tell of it from the other house-elves when he came to Hogwarts, sir. It is known to us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement!” 
   “Why?” said Harry curiously. 
   “Because it is a room that a person can only enter,” said Dobby seriously, “when they have a real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped to the seeker’s needs.”