hermione granger eagerly entered hogwarts. she was curious to discover more about such a fascinating world.
she walked through the hallways for the first time, staring in awe at the moving paintings, when she hears someone call her a “filthy mudblood”, and how she didn’t belong.
it just got worse when the chamber was opened. she pretended she didn’t know about the slytherins talking about how they wanted her to be petrified, or even worse, killed (not just draco malfoy). she was upset, but above that enraged by the blood purity issue there was in the magical society.
she studied harder and harder until she would sometimes break down, because who knows, they might kick her out if she didn’t do good enough, she needed to prove herself worthy of a wand.
when she learns about what house elves are and how they (were) treated, she was furious. she hated how they were treated as slaves, as creatures that just existed solely for one’s service. she made a vow to herself to fix this. she thought the magical world was flawless, but as each year came and went, that was broken.
when she saw remus lupin, the most capable DADA professor, barely holding things together because of wizards’ stupid prejudices to werewolves, she swore to herself that she was going to get top marks, get a job at the ministry, and makes things right.
voldemort rose again. he threatened not only her friends, but people like her. instead of running away like her former self would’ve she stayed. everytime she felt like crying and giving up, she’d think “they need you. harry needs you. ron needs you. the world needs you. to fight voldemort, defeat evil, and restore justice in this world by eradicating blood status supremacy and unfair treatment to half breeds and other creatures.”
she passed the law that would make it illegal to abuse house elves and to pay them for labor. no one knew why (except for a few people) the emblem for SPEW, which became a well-respected part of the wizarding world, was a sock.
she passed the law that called for justice to werewolves. no more prejudice against them. it educated her fellow people that they were not harmful as they thought they were. she also experimented on potioneering to try to brew a potion that would completely block all symptoms when the full moon came, so no transformation at all.
she was honored to accept the position of Minister of Magic. her name will forever be in textbooks. as the first muggleborn minister. she was the person who made it possible for werewolves to pursue their dreams and maintain a steady life. for house elves to no longer be treated like slaves. for muggleborns not having to deal with what she had to when she attended hogwarts.
at that time, her dreams seemed impossible to achieve. but she proved the world wrong.
As most of you guys know, this is the year of the Harry Potter epilogue. On September 1st 2017, Harry Potter drove his children to King’s Cross station, where they took their Hogwarts Express.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is a very important day for the HP fandom. This is the day where it all ended, where our childhood has gone away, the day where all was well.
Obviously, my mum and I are coming to London to celebrate this amazing day, and I hope I’ll see you all there!!
So, reblog to let everyone know about this date, set it on your planner and be prepared, because this is our year, this is the year where the Harry Potter fandom will finally rise again (even thought we’ve been never really gone).
Ever since Yuuri Katsuki moved to Detroit, he has wanted to leave a positive, lasting impact on the city. It only makes sense that he’d take a government job – the parks have litter, the citizens don’t use them – something needs to be changed.
Phichit Chulanont’s boyfriend, Seung-gil Lee, falls into a pit on a lot that was meant to be turned into a figure skating rink.
Phichit is outraged that nobody has done anything, so he goes to a city forum, where his eyes land upon a Japanese employee who wants to make a change. Yuuri promises, fervently, to get rid of the pit and build the figure skating rink. This is the start of a lasting friendship.
Yuri Plisetsky is an intern in the government who hates the government. Hates it. With a passion. They don’t get things done, there’s too much red tape – but the job pays well. He’ll admit that. When he sees Yuuri with his big smiles and bigger ideas, an immediate rivalry (but also a subtle admiration) is born.
JJ is another employee in the Parks Department, but it’s a running joke that nobody remembers his name. DJ? LJ? MJ? Something-J?
Their boss is Yakov Feltsman, who has a heart like a coconut (hard on the outside, soft on the inside). He keeps a careful eye on all of them, and though Yuuri’s excitement exhausts him, he secretly admires the young employee.
Yuuri and Phichit get to work on the figure skating project on Lot 48, but everything changes when the government shuts down and it’s announced that budget cuts will have to be made.
Enter Victor Nikiforov and Christophe Giacometti – they are renowned for their abilities to slash budgets and slash hearts. Christophe does the sweet talking; he’ll meet the employees, wink at them, send their thoughts aflutter. Then Victor comes in. He’ll fire who needs to be fired, then return to petting his beloved poodle and smiling sweetly. Nobody can figure out if he’s innocent or malicious; he is a walking enigma.
When they’re just looking at a list of names on a sheet, Victor and Christophe think that they’ll need to fire Yuuri Katsuki. It doesn’t seem that his job is vital, even though it also says that he’s doing a good job. So Christophe goes to his office, does the sweet-talking, and then Victor enters.
(Victor doesn’t fire Yuuri.)
(He says they’ll make cuts elsewhere.)
Christophe is confused, briefly, but it doesn’t take him long to understand. They end up getting an extension and staying in Detroit to continue helping the parks department there. They find budget cuts elsewhere and don’t fire anyone.
Together, the team eliminates the dangerous pit on Lot 48 and they build a figure skating rink: Katsuki Kastle. Yuuri insists that the Kastle with a ‘k’ is cheesy, but everybody else loves it, so he goes along with it.
Yuuri is Leslie, Phichit is Ann, Seung-gil is Andy (but they stay together and he’s not as excitable), Christophe is both Chris and Tom Haverford, Yurio is April, JJ is L/J/Gary, Yakov is Ron.
personally i think we were robbed of slytherin rose granger-weasley
i mean, think about it. rose is a product of her parent’s design, hermione’s cleverness, her sharp, forceful wit and ron’s pragmatism, his careful strategy and attention to detail. at first, everyone marked her as a gryffindor, daring and loud and brave as all hell, but things changed as they noticed her cunning, her unyielding ambition.
the family bargained, of course. they offered ravenclaw as a potential house for her, stating that their reasons lied in the articulacy of her voice, in her clear, one-track mind that seemed incapable of failing her.
except for when it did. and they noticed, they noticed that her pride often got in her way, her anger made her cold and distant — rose granger-weasley wasn’t a fire, no, she was the deep ocean, warm on the surface but parts of her hidden so far beneath the light, quick to love and quick to turn on you all the same if you did her wrong.
despite this, loyalty remained, engraved into her skin, a transcript of her parent’s stories of the golden trio, the quintessence of friendship and of complete and utter devotion. she learned to be patient with her friends, to trust that they would do her no wrong and to believe them until she was absolutely certain there was something off.
so she sits underneath the sorting hat, a veil over her thoughts that tells her, gryffindor or ravenclaw, gryffindor or ravenclaw. the hat takes one glimpse into her mind, it slides into that ocean of character and it sees cunning and ambition, it sees resourcefulness and determination and that classic granger-weasley brand of cleverness.
slytherin, it says, and with a careful, calculated smile, she floats over to the table and sits, knowing that despite the family history, despite the whispers in the great hall and the way all her cousins gape at her unruly hair amongst the glint of green robes —