Harry Potter and the Dissertations of Phenomenal Curiosity
Neither Harry Potter nor JK Rowling need any kind of introduction, much less here on Tumblr, so we can pretty much rush ahead. Suffice to say, Rowling’s is a series of books so magical and transportive that when it was adapted for the silver screen, Duke Humfrey’s Library at the Old Bodleian was enlisted to play the reading room and the Divinity School became Hogwarts’ hospital wing.
Today marks twenty years since the first publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, the book that started both a literary phenomenon and pop culture tidal wave. By way of wishing The Boy Who Lived a happy birthday, we decided to take a look at the Bodleian Libraries’ archives, collections and catalogues for all things Potter. Maybe the most amazing thing we found was the volume of dissertations that Harry Potter has inspired or influenced in just two decades.
Bodleian readers have access right now to over 165 different dissertations that name Harry Potter in their titles, and over 4,000 more that reference the Potter books or films as part of their arguments.
Here are just a few of these dissertations titles, chosen almost at random, to give you a hint of how many academic thoughts Potter has become entangled with along the way.
The Hero’s Journey Through Adolescence: A Jungian Archetypal Analysis of Harry Potter.
“All was well”: Harry Potter in the medievalist tradition.
Harry Potter and the moral spectrum of care: Using feminist care ethics to analyze morality.
Boarding a train: An exploration of the afterlife in Harry Potter.
Transfiguration maxima!: Harry Potter and the complexities of filmic adaptation.
A flawed father: downplaying fatherhood through the character of James Potter in Harry Potter.
By comparison, the same search for Star Wars yields only 31 dissertations, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer only 22.
When it comes to casting entrancing enchantments on the brightest and the best, it seems like the boy wizard is in a class of his own.
I thought I’d post this here since it’s sort of fandom relevant ;D
It’s national child abuse prevention month so CASA (court appointed special advocates for children) held a door decorating awareness contest at our courthouse. This is my departments entry that i made for us :D
So the 20th anniversary of the publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone is coming up and I thought it might be fun to do a group reread!
This is for anyone to get involved in, no matter your house, so hopefully we can all go back and relive the magic together
I’m aware that people have different commitments and a lot of people still have exams so, by popular consensus, we’re going to be taking it slow so there’s no pressure to read particularly fast. We’re going to be reading one chapter a day on weekdays, and two chapters a day on weekends which hopefully is a pace everyone will be able to keep up with
This means the reread will last just under two weeks, so we will be starting on the 14th of June, meaning we’ll finish on June 26th, the actual 20th anniversary
It’s up to you how much you want to get involved and how to document your own rereading journey, but I’ll be posting my own thoughts on each chapter on this blog; things I’d forgotten, things I never picked up on before, favourite quotes and moments, how my thoughts on characters have changed, that kind of stuff
I’ll also be posing a discussion question based on the chapter so feel to chip in your own thoughts on that!
If you want to reply to me or make your own posts, artwork, questions, anything like that then use the hashtag #hogwartsreread so we can all join in each others discussions and talk to each other about our rereading experience!
Reblog if you’re interested so we can get as many people involved as possible! I’ll be posting reminders as we get closer to the day but I’m so excited and hopefully you guys are looking forward to it too!
So on the Harry Potter amino i had a quite “nasty” discussion (when you can actually call it that as for a discussion both persons actually have to use arguments, not just one person) with a very thin skinned person (when you spread around cc hate, be prepared that some cc fans may actually argue against you, especially when you don’t use any real arguments whatsover) about Harry in cursed child and cursed child in general. He/she made a blog about his/her arguments after i “rudely forced him” to actually give me some things to back up his /her opinion, but well it is actually amazing how you can make a full blog without giving any actual arguments and just keep repeating “Harry just wouldn’t do that” (you may remember my blog about his/her dealthy hallows argument) all the time without using any quotes or explanations.So i made a blog in respond. Well he/she told me that he/she doesn’t care about my opinion, but i wrote and published this anyway!(When i made effort to write it, why not post it on Tumblr as well?)So here we go! As i structured this based on his/her blog, this is the structure i came up with:
Why cursed child is canon
Why Harry isn’t out of character in cursed child
Why Harry is not a bad father
This will be quite long, so be prepared xD
Why cursed child is canon
I heard a lot of people saying that cc isn’t
canon, because Rowling didn’t completely write it. It is true that she got help
by John Tiffany and Jack Thorne and that she didn’t completely write it on her
own. The reasons are clear: She is not a playwriter, she hasn’t done this
before and she didn’t think she could pull off a play script on her own.And i
agree, writing novels and movie scripts is very different from writing a play
script as this medium works different in some ways.
But this doesn’t mean cc isn’t canon. The
inventing process was a close cooperation between these three and Rowling had
the last say about her characters.
QUOTE: „The collaborators she approved were
Thorne and Tiffany. They emphasized that Rowling made sure they stayed true to
HER VISION of the characters“
„It took about six months to really map the
whole thing out. (…) Jo would say `This feels right, this doesn’t´ -
„And we didn’t start writing the play as
such-or Jack didn’t-until we agreed on what that story was. Jack produced an
AMAZING script“ - J.K. Rowling
Do you really think she would agree on a
play to be published, if she would disagree with the things that are in it?
Our queen herself stated that cc is 100%
canon and when someone can define canon, then it’s her. She wouldn’t have
published cc, if she wouldn’t see the story to continue like this and i trust
her to know best how HER characters, she invented, would behave.
So yes cursed child is canon, if you like
it or not. Of course you are free to dislike the new developement as much as
you want, but just because it destroyed your personal headcanons, it’s not less
canon. Creators don’t owe us anything, especially not our headcanons, and this is how she sees HER characters.
We as a fandom can’t claim to know her characters better than she does and we
shouldn’t, which leads me to my next point.
Why Harry wasn’t out of character in cc
First of all (a point i actually agree on)
cursed child is not a novel. It’s not written in Harry’s perspective and we
have an objective look at Harry’s character. And no it’s not Albus‘
perspective, a play unlike a novel isn’t written out of anyone’s perpective.We
are no longer influenced by Harry’s subjective opinion, but see everything a
little bit more objective, especially Harry’s character. I think due to the
perspective used in the novels it’s harder for some people to see Harry’s flaws
in the original series.
In cc Harry of course grew up and got
older, but he still has a lot of his original character traits.
I think a big problem for a big part of the
fandom is that they forgot book Harry, because they watched the movies too
often. The movies showed a very different and more bland, perfect and boring
version of him.
Here are some things movie Harry didn’t do
or did different:
-books Harry had quite a temper and anger
issues at times. In book 5 he totally destroyed Dumbledore’s office in a big
anger burst and he loses control over himself, when he is under emotional
stress (sounds familiar, right?)
-book Harry sucessfully uses crucio (yes an
unforgivable torture curse) on a death eater and doesn’t even regret it
-book Harry didn’t hide Snape’s book in
halfblood prince, because he thought it was dangerous or wrong to use it, he
hid it so Snape wouldn’t find it and he could continue using it
-book Harry said pretty mean stuff to Lupin
in Dealthy Hallows. When he is under a lot of emotional pressure, he tends to
say things to loved ones, he regrets afterwards (sounds VERY familiar, does
There is more, but i stop now. (and no this
has nothing to do with the epilouge from dealthy hallows as this scene is in
the books, the movies and cursed child). I love complex and flawed book Harry
and they did a very poor job adapting his personality to the screen.
Harry is not a „perfect“ human in cc and he
never was in the original series. No well written and realistic and relatable
character is „perfect“. The headcanons some people create for Harry are simply
unrealistic and don’t fit his flawed personality at all. I am happy Rowling
decided to stay with her vision of the characters and didn’t give in to the
unrealistic, glorified Harry headcanons.
This doesn’t mean Harry lost his amazing
and great characteristics in cc!
He is still the adventurous and brave and caring Harry
we know from the books. Although he is indeed an office/ministry worker now, he actually
isn’t in his office a lot. Harry still hates paper work and he still loves to
explore the danger personally instead of reading about it.
„HERMIONE: (…) – thought i’d check whether
you’d kept your promise and were on top of your paperwork.
HARRY: Ah. Turns out i’m not.
HARRY: Great, let’s get out there. I’ll get
the team together.
HERMIONE: Harry, i get it. Paperwork’s boring…“
He is still the brave, charming and
adventurous Harry we know so well and love from the books and he wants to be
right in the action. He is also still very caring about his loved ones, but i
will get to that at my next point.
Why Harry isn’t a bad father
As i said Harry is not a perfect human
being and he is not a perfect father, which doesn’t mean that he is a bad one!
In the play it gets clear that Harry is
still very traumatised by the war, the dead people, his parent’s death and his
abusive childhood. It is very hard for him to connect to people and to open up
to another person.
You always have to look at both parts of a
relationship to understand the motives why characters are acting like they do.
In this scene we have the infamous „I wish you weren’t my son “ line,
which so many people take out of context and totally ignore the circumstances
The blanket scene is VERY important as it shows the basic
misunderstanding between Harry and Albus, which leads to their difficult
In this scene we have proof of how much Harry cares for Albus. He knows
that they distant themselve from each other and Harry wants to change that,
because he loves Albus. So he decides to give Albus his most precious
possession, the only thing he has left from his mother. It is clear how much
this blanket means to Harry and that he wants to give it to Albus shows how
caring Harry in cc is.
But when Albus rejects the blanket and distants himself more from him, of
course Harry feels horribly hurt. This blanket means everything to him and that
Albus rejects his kind gesture, really breaks his heart.
Parents are humans too and they are not immune to feelings and pain of
rejection, especially not Harry who always had a bad temper. As in the original
series Harry is portrayed very human and realistic in cc.
People who just look at this line out of context, mostly forget Albus‘
line immediately before Harry’s:
ALBUS: No! I just wish you weren’t my dad.
Here is where the essence of the play lies, the reason their relationship
is so difficult.
Here lies the big misunderstanding between Harry and Albus. Everyone
expects Harry to be perfect. Everyone just sees him as the „hero“ without any
flaws, noone sees the human Harry, the frightened and flawed and realistic
human being and person.
So Albus suffers under the unrealistically high expectations people set
for him and he gets bullied at school. So of course he understandably projects
his anger and pain on to Harry. He blames Harry for his suffering, but he
actually doesn’t mean Harry as a person, but Harry’s fame and the high
expectations that come with it. So with „i wish you weren’t my dad“ deep down
he didn’t mean that Harry personally shouldn’t be his father, but that the
famous Harry Potter shouldn’t be his father.
Harry of course is heartbroken, because he feels rejected by Albus and
the line escapes his mouth. It is VERY clear, that he immediately regrets it
and he tries the whole play to make up for it.
And their relationship wasn’t always
like that. At the beginning of the play their relationship is portrayed as very
close and friendly. Albus is open about his fears and Harry is as open to him.
Their relationship just went in the wrong direction after Albus gets bullied at
school. Harry didn’t do anything wrong or different, it was Albus who
(understandably) changed because of his father’s fame. We don’t see any
problems between Harry and his other children, it’s just between Albus and him.
The problem of their relationship isn’t based on what Harry did wrong as a
parent, it’s based on what happened in his past and how his fame affects the
way people treat Albus. They are both complex and interesting characters, who i
can both understand very well. I can see why both of them feel how they feel
and i feel bad for both of them. That’s why their relationship is so interesting
and amazingly written, because you can understand both parts of this difficult
relationship and you are rooting for them to overcome their problems.
Seperating Albus and Scorpius
You can say what you want, but you can’t say that Harry doesn’t love his
son and that he doesn’t care for him. Every mistake he makes is based on his
desperate need to protect Albus.
When Harry hears about the „black cloud“, he feels such a big need to
protect his son that he loses his sense of reality. He never met Scorpius and
he doesn’t know him. He just connects the black cloud to Scorpius (isn’t the
first time his mistery solving attempts went wrong…Snape and Quirell *cough).
Is it illogical and wrong to do this? Of course! But it is also
understandable in Harry’s situation as he is put under a lot of emotional
pressure and all he wants is to see his son safe. I’m pretty sure he never
really believed in what he was saying. He was so easily convinced by Ginny and
Draco and he very easily regrets it and apologizes to Albus for it.
Harry is not a perfect dad in cursed child and like any real parent he makes
mistakes, but he is by no means a bad father.
blinds“ is a theme of the play and yes, his love for Albus does blind him. But
you can’t argue that he doesn’t love or care for Albus. He would do everything
to keep his son safe – he throws himself in front of a killing curse for Albus –
and his love and his caring make him a pretty good dad actually. Their
relationship started of with difficulties because of Harry’s fame, but he never
gave up on Albus and it is beautiful to see them finally finding each other at
the end of the play. They finally show their love for one another and Albus can
finally see Harry as a human, not as a famous hero. This is why the pidgeon
line is so important. Harry admits his flaws and his fears to Albus and shows
him that he is human. I love how Harry puts his arm around Albus in the last
scene on stage. It’s such a beautiful and hopeful ending to the play.
Thanks @bounding-heart (i always take inspiration for my blogs from your page :))and @mrsellacott (the blogs you posted lately about Harry as a father really helped me writing this!)
A/N: James had a long practice and you come find him in the locker room after.
James ran a tired hand through his curly mop of hair. A long quidditch practice had left him muddy and sweaty. His glasses were splattered with dirt and raindrops as the sky had chosen to pour buckets of water on the Gryffindor team this evening.
“Someone needs a bath,” came a voice from the locker room entrance.
James turned and saw you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of you, a smirk on your face.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted.
You shrugged, “What can I say? I missed you.” You swiftly walked over to him and joined him on the bench he was seated on.
Using your sleeve, you wiped a bit of mud off his cheek before placing a kiss on the now clean surface.
“Sorry, practice ran late,” he explained.
“I figured,” you laughed, “everyone knows James Potter never misses an opportunity for extra practice time.”
He gave his signature crooked smile and mimicked you, “What can I say?”
You shoved him playfully and he retaliated by pulling you into his lap. You were seated so you faced him, arms around his neck, while his held you firmly by the hips.
“Mmm, you smell nice,” he breathed against your neck.
“You would too if you took a bath instead of hiding in the locker room and leaving your girlfriend all alone,” you teased.
“All alone? Is that what this about, love? Need something from me?” he hummed as his lips danced across your jaw.
You gasped a little when his hand made brief contact your core over your skirt, “Maybe.”
He chuckled, “I think we can fix that. Hold tight, now.”
You gripped onto him as he drew you into a position that allowed better access.
“May I?” he asked with a wink.
“Yes, James, damn it, just do something!” you demanded.
“Bossy one, aren’t you?” he nipped at your neck as he inched his way into your underwear.
You breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers made contact with your clit before he moved his way down your folds and toward your entrance.
“How long have you been this wet, love?” he mumbled into your ear. “You’re soaking.”
“Since Potions,” you groaned, moving your hips to create the friction you craved the most.
You whimpered as his digits toyed with your folds while still avoiding the spot you wanted him most.
“Tell me what you want, (Y/N). Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he promised.
“Fingers, James,” you huffed, “your fingers, please!”
“Good girl,” he complimented as a finger finally entered you. You moaned against him as he worked you, finger moving in and out in a steady rhythm. While his one hand played with your core, his other arm was locked around you, holding you tight against him. After giving you time to adjust, he added another finger.
“So bloody tight,” he murmured. “You almost ready, babe?”
“Mhm,” you panted in affirmation.
“Do it, then. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers,” he begged.
Your back arched and your body pulsed as your climax hit you. James kept pumping his digits so you could ride out your high. He pressed gentle kisses along your jaw and neck while still keeping you tight in his lap with one arm.
Your body trembled slightly once you came down and James grinned at you. “Better, my love?”
“Much, thanks.” You kissed his lips, not bothered by the slightly grassy taste. “Now, about that bath,” you proposed.
“Only if you’ll be joining me,” he countered with a smirk.
Her mind was made up the second the flash of green light illuminated her angelic face. It is the only way.
If Narcissa ever wanted to see her son again, if she wanted to ensure that he lives, even if that meant that she wouldn’t, now was the time.
The precise moment came when the whispers started. “Is he dead?” “Someone check!” “He can’t live after that.” “Is he dead?”
Narcissa was as surprised as everyone else when she stepped forward. As her feet lead her into the direction of Harry Potter, self doubt tried to bring Narcissa back to the crowd. The fact of the matter was: Narcissa had no idea whether or not her son was even still alive. Battle showed mercy to no one, especially a 17 year old boy on the wrong side of it. This fact, however, did nothing to sway Narcissa; it only pushed her forward, faster until she nearly stepped onto Harry James Potter himself.
She was going to find her son. Wghether or not this boy was alive, she was going to make it out alive, with her son, and with her husband. They were not going to be one of those families. One of those unlucky families…
The boy needed to be dead. It was as simple as that. And if he wasn’t dead, she would make herself believe he was dead. If she believed Harry James Potter was defeated, everybody else would believe her too.
She stood with her back facing the crowd, and ever so slowly, she bent down to her knees. With her wand gripped tightly in her right hand, she gripped the unconscious boy’s shoulder and touched his throat with her left.
Her heart sank for a fleeting second, before it picked up to full speed. Narcissa could never recall her heart ever beating so fast in her life. But of course she had never been left to deal with a task of such great consequence. Potter was the missing key. With the last wisp of her courage, her voice sounded as quiet as the clouds hiding the moonlight.
“Is he alive? Draco? Is he in the castle?”
Narcissa was not the enemy. She was a mother. If Harry James Potter had known anything in his 17 years, it was how strong a mother’s love was for her child. At the mere glimpse of Harry’s nod, Narcissa set him back down.
With a new courage born from the hope of her son’s life, Narcissa stood fast and tall. Turning her head to face the crowd, her angelic face crumbled to hard stone.
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How you and Sirius had ended up in the supply closet of Professor McGonagall’s first year class was a funny story. Well, not really. Sirius had dragged you in there between classes to make-out and before you knew it, students were filing in and you two were trapped in a tiny room.
“I’m gonna kill you,” you hissed as you heard Professor McGonagall quiet the students so she could start class.
“Relax, love, it’s not that bad,” he assured as he made a show of making himself comfortable on the ground. He was resting against the cabinet, legs spread out leisurely in front of him, arms folded behind his head. “Now, come join me!”
Huffing you went and sunk down to the spot next to him, arms crossed and legs folded under you.
He watched you, his eyes sparkling, as an idea began to form. A way to make it up to you.
“Aw, don’t be mad!” he pecked your cheek.
“I’m not mad, just disappointed that I’m dating an idiot,” you grumbled.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny, Sirius! We’re stuck in here and we’re missing our own class!” you reminded him.
He ran a hand through his thick hair, somehow tousling it even more perfectly. He sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry, love. Really.” His rolled up sleeves accentuated his forearms and honestly he couldn’t have looked any better.
“It’s okay,” you conceded after a moment, “I’ve just been really stressed lately.”
He nodded before his cat-like smirk returned. Pulling you into his arms, he seated you squarely between his legs. “Let me help with that,” he murmured against your neck as he pressed soothing kisses against it.
“Sirius, no! We can’t.”
“Why not? You said yourself we’re stuck in here until class ends.” His hands trailed up and down your sides, sending chills across your body.
“What if they hear us?”
He shrugged, “You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?”
You wanted to stop him. Images of McGonagall walking in on you two were starting to manifest in your head. But, Sirius’ calming voice and lustful touches were proving to be too powerful to resist.
“Come on, (Y/N), let me make this up to you, yeah?” he pleaded against your ear.
When you melted back against him, he knew he’d won.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, “so pretty.”
You whimpered when he sucked on your sweet spot near your collar bone.
“Shh,” he cooed as his hands trailed down to the waistband of your skirt.
“Open your legs for me,” he instructed and you did as if in a trance. “There’s a good girl.”
He ran a few fingers over your clothed core before sliding them into the band of your underwear.
“Already wet? Dirty girl,” he teased. His digits trailed along your folds, relishing in the slickness. He toyed with your clit before easing a finger into you.
You moaned and one of your hands made its way to his hair.
“Shh, quiet, kitten, we don’t want to permanently scar some innocent first years, do we?”
You shook your head as he slipped in another finger. He curled them expertly as he’d done so many times before and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
“Close?” he breathed before nibbling on your earlobe.
“Yes,” you responded in a daze.
Thumb tracing patterns on your clit, he moved his fingers in and out at an agonizing pace. Taunting you, bringing you ever closer to the edge without actually letting you get there.
“Please, Sirius?” you begged as your hips bucked to meet his fingers.
“Cum, (Y/N). Cum for me,” he coaxed.
Your body writhed against his chest, back arching, head lolling against him. Your grip on his hair tightened and his free arm held you firmly in place. Riding out your high, Sirius watched you awe. The way your body reacted to him. The way he cold make you fall apart with just a couple small movements and a few encouraging words. He would never tire of it.
You let out a shaky breathe as Sirius kissed your cheek.
“Am I forgiven?” he nuzzled into your neck.
“For now,” you whispered as you turned yourself around in his lap so you could kiss his soft lips.