prophet dog

Is there a Harry Potter AU where he’s not famous?

Where he’s just a child raised in a negligent, abusive household that’s given an escape and that’s all it is? Not a pitfall into a greater burden, but an honest fresh start and how he deals with it?

James and Lily went into hiding with their young son, but were discovered and murdered, as had happened to many other good witches and wizards in those dark times, and that’s all anyone knows. There’s no residue of Voldemort disappearing there - the Death Eaters one day became disorganized and defeated.

When Harry Potter arrives at Hogwarts, he’s just another war orphan. And he doesn’t talk about his home life, but he’s eager to finally belong, and make friends, and join teams, and welcomes the positive attention offered him. How would he grow and develop? What opportunities would he feel less self-conscious about leaping onto? Would he feel more comfortable about stepping outside his house and exploring more friendships? No prophet dogging his steps, no shameful attention from his peers and media, no prophesied demands hanging overhead.

If the wizarding world, for a time, was exactly the escape he had dreamed of in the cupboard all those years, how different would he be?

Dark Gods // A Playlist For Powerful Beings

Zoo York - Paul Oakenfold ///// I’m Only Joking - KONGOS ///// Babylonian Tribal Music - Plejik ///// Pustota - Theodor Bastard ///// Don’t Mess With Me - Temposhark ///// A Howling Wilderness - Trevor Morris ///// The Prophet - X Ray Dog ///// You’re Going Down - Sick Puppies ///// 300 Violin Orchestra - Jorge Quintero ///// Piano Fantasy - William  Joseph ft. Caroline Campbell ///// Blow Me Away - Breaking Benjamin ft. Valora ///// Danse Macabre - Camille Saint-Saëns ///// Howl - Florence and the Machine ///// Montserrat - Narsilion ///// In the Hall of the Mountain King - Edvard Grieg ///// Europa - Immediate Music ///// Centuries (Hyperlapse Edition) - Fall Out Boy ///// Lux Aeterna (Two Towers Remix) - Clint Mansell /////

I had a dream…, rather I should call it a premonition, of a wondrous creature.

This beast was constructed entirely of trash, and possessed a demeanor most amiable. However, its composition was not its most extraordinary feature, for when placed atop a mountain of garbage, its nose went a-twitchin’ and its tail went a-waggin’. Within minutes, it had unearthed a vast store of treasure from within the refuse, a fortune of jewels and holofoil Charizards and what have you. That’s when it struck me–this creature was blessed with the ability to detect treasure within trash! From filth, it could produce fortune! People around me praised the creature, and began to chant its name in a song of reverence. And its name was…


(this is the best thing to come out of my dreams since I dreamt about Shaq screaming in a junkyard about a Mr. Potato Head movie)

A Mongol prince converted to Christianity and so a group of notable Christians and Mongols went to visit him when one of them started to belittle the Prophet ﷺ. There was a hunting dog on a leash and when that person started to go on for a while abusing the Prophet, the dog jumped on him and scratched him but they were able to get it off him. Some of those present said, ‘The dog did that because of what you said about Muhammad ﷺ.’ But he replied, ‘No, it’s a proud dog and when it saw me motioning with my hand it thought I was going to hit it,’ and then he went back to saying what he was saying, at length. And so the dog leapt at him a second time and bit on to his throat pulling it out and causing him to die on the spot, upon seeing that about forty thousand Mongolians embraced Islaam.
—  Ibn Hajar, Ad-Durur al-Kaaminah, 4/153.