philosopher's stone

Over the course of the books, characters display a variety of reactions to hearing Harry’s name. Even Ron and Hermione are a little awkward at first.

But Molly Weasley’s reaction is very different from any of the other reactions we see, and hints at the role she’ll play in Harry’s life in later books

If you recall, Fred tells Mrs. Weasley that the black-haired boy they had met on the other side of the platform was Harry Potter. At this point, Harry is on the train, so Mrs. Weasley has no idea Harry can hear her through the compartment window.

But instead of the awe, dislike, or curiosity expressed by other characters, Mrs. Weasley’s first reaction is sympathy and concern.

She refers to him as “poor dear” and “poor boy,” and tells Ginny that Harry “isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo.” 

When Fred wonders whether Harry remembers what You-Know-Who looks like, Mrs. Weasley becomes “extremely stern” and forbids Fred from asking Harry about You-Know-Who, saying that Harry doesn’t need to be reminded of something like that on his first day of school.

While the rest of the wizarding world views Harry as the almost mythical boy-who-lived, Mrs. Weasley has always seen Harry as an orphan in need of homemade fudge, hand-knitted jumpers, and a loving family.

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Whereas beloved books, movies, and other pop culture ephemera can be fun diversions adding splashes of color to everyday life, Harry Potter has always been more, a behemoth presence informing everyone’s life, even now. For years, family parties saw two dozen cousins all exhaustively discussing whether Michael Gambon was a worthy Dumbledore, or who “R.A.B.” might turn out to be in book seven. Summers were spent in anticipation of the film and book releases, and people spent more than one with a homemade “NO SPOILERS” sign around their necks at graduation parties. There was always an urgency to stay tapped into Harry’s story and to see him through his predestined slog, because it was ours, too. On the other side of it, after all, we had grown up across many more years than he had. And what we found in that world was more familial than fandom.

I laugh at how the Harry Potter movies always had to one-up the books like

Book 1: Harry keeps Quirrell from the Stone, passes out and Quirrell dies
Warner Bros: aye let’s have Harry fucking murder Quirrell and then Voldemort can fly straight through him lmao
Book 2: Harry fights the Basilisk
Warner Bros: CLIMB. THE. STATUE!
Book 3: Harry blows up Aunt Marge
Warner Bros: *sends her outside like a lost balloon* lol bye bye
Book 4: Harry cleverly tricks the dragon and gets to the golden egg
Warner Bros: DRAGON CHASE! FLY POTTER! FLY FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE! Oh, and kill the dragon..
Book 5: Fred and George summon their brooms and fly out of the school
Warner Bros: FIREWORKSSS!!!!!!
Book 6: Quiet Christmas at the Burrow discussing Draco, the Prince and Fenrir
Warner Bros: LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, LIGHT ‘EM UP UP UP, I’M ON FIYAHHH!!!
Book 7: Voldemort duels Harry in the Great Hall, instantly defeated because the Elder Wand is Harry’s
Warner Bros: Hold my Butterbeer

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.

snape: *sees one of harry’s memories*

harry: no! those are private!

snape: the dark lord does not care about what is private and what is not, potter!

*meanwhile….*

voldemort: *accidently sees into harry’s mind*

voldemort: *sees harry and draco making out in a broom closet*

voldemort: omg otp

FMA Manga/Brotherhood Ed: Not only will I never make a Philosopher’s Stone, I will never use one that’s already been made, even though the damage is done and can never be reversed.

I’m so disgusted by the idea of it that I would rather be eaten by Envy than attack what’s left the people of Xerxes who all but died hundreds of years ago. When I do use some of those souls to escape starving to death in a river of blood, I’m going to be wracked with guilt about it, even though it was literally the only way for me to save my friend Ling and for me to return to my brother.  

And will I use the remaining life force of a man I hate, who’s already been alive for way to long, who won’t be alive much longer, and who is offering his life up voluntarily to save the person in this world who I care about the most? Of course not! What a ridiculous idea! That would be wrong.

FMA 2003 Ed: In the end, I won’t end up murdering a whole room full of people to make a Philosopher’s Stone and save Alphonse…

..but I’m going to seriously consider it.