what harry taught me

Fandom Confession #3: My Harry Potter Ships and What They Taught Me

Ginny and Harry taught me that all you need to be is yourself. 

Ron and Hermione taught me that it’s possible to fall in love with your best friend.

Neville and Luna taught me that when you see yourself as special, someone else will as well.

James and Lily taught me to see a person for who they are and to be a better person.

Molly and Arthur taught me that love is forever.

Remus and Tonks taught me to stay by someone’s side no matter what.

Bill and Fleur taught me to love someone despite any scars they carry.

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What Harry Potter has taught me

Harry Potter taught me that something is worth dieing for.

Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is 100x more powerful than luck.

Hermione Granger taught me that education is a girls best asset, even if it doesn’t make you too many friends.

Severus Snape taught me to never, ever judge a person.

Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything could be cute with the right perspective.

Ginny Weasley taught me that bold is beautiful.

Lily Potter taught me that there is nothing on earth more powerful than a mother’s love.

Remus Lupin taught me that fear is the only thing I should be afraid of.

Dolores Umbridge taught me that education in a political agenda is a terrible thing!!

Sirius Black taught me that the ones we love never truly leave us.

Albus Dumbledore taught me that not all good people are good.

Draco Malfoy taught me that bad people are not always bad.

Neville Longbottom taught me to stand up for what’s right - even if your terrified.

Luna Lovegood taught me that weird is wonderful.

Dobby taught me that freedom is a gift. *cue a fan girl popping up and squealing, “Dobby is a free elf!”*

Kreacher taught me that if you want to get to know a person, look at how they treat their inferiors.

Fred and George taught me that sometimes you just need a good laugh.

The Dursleys taught me that a world without imagination is a very dull place. *shivers*

Arthur Weasley taught me that a good sense of curiosity and a bit of obsession can be a good thing.

Molly Weasley taught me that a happy family is not measured in gold.

Nymphadora Tonks taught me to love myself no matter what I look like.

Peter Pettigrew taught me that rats don’t make good friends.

Minerva Mcgonagall taught me that a good cause is worth the fight no matter what age.

Hedwig taught me that the love for our pets is very real.

Lord Voldemort taught me that life without love is barely living.

J.K. Rowling taught me that stories we love will stay with us -


What Harry Potter Characters Taught Me or Motivate Me to Do:
  • Harry Potter: Never give up no matter what happens.
  • Ron Weasley: Stay loyal to my friends no matter how mad I am at them.
  • Hermione Granger: Keep reading, it's very useful.
  • Lily Potter: To look past the cover and look at the pages of "books" (people)
  • James Potter: Protect family even if it means dying trying to protect them.
  • Sirius Black: Always be true to who I am.
  • Remus Lupin: To accept love, even if I don't think I deserve it.
  • Peter Pettigrew: Never become a traitor.
  • Molly Weasley: Be kind to everyone, you never know what they're going through.
  • Arthur Weasley: Always question new things and explore.
  • Fred and George Weasley: Always make people laugh even if the world is falling apart.
  • Ginny Weasley: Stand up for yourself no matter how small.
  • Percy Weasley: Family matters, and family will always welcome you back.
  • Bellatrix Lestrange: Be badass no matter what gender.
  • Narcissa Malfoy: If someone does something for you, always return the favor.
  • Draco Malfoy: It's okay to be scared of things.
  • Lucius Malfoy: Not to be a stuck up prat.
  • Severus Snape: Do whatever it takes to help win a war or to protect someone.
  • Professor Dumbledore: Remain wise in times of trouble.
  • Professor McGonagall: No matter what age I am I am still capable of anything.

Harry Hook Imagine part 2

“What about we restored order?” You take a seat on the table touching knees with Harry. “Take what is yours and make you captain.”
“I’d never thought I’d ever say this to an Auradon kid, but you are a genius.” Harry smiles his pearl with smile at you and you feel something tingling in your stomach.
“And this knife, to begin with, is mine.” He gently grabs the knife from your hands and throws it at a picture of a blue haired girl. “Time to bring Uma down.” 

“You know Uma well don’t you?” You ask making yourself comfortable on the big couch.
“We grew up together and since I’m her first mate we spend a lot of time together.” Harry Hook confirms wondering where this was going.
“With your knowledge of her we can bring her down before she even realizes it and you can take the name of captain.”
Harry looks somewhat bothered. His dark brows knitted in a frown. “That sounds like it’s going to take a lot of time.”
You laugh. “Who is being impatient now?” You tease him.

“Watch out there, little girl.” The rumble in his voice and his livid looking narrow eyes, made you feel just a bit worried for a moment there.

You were at the Isle after all, talking to a pirate who could easily harm you. His stone face turns in a satisfied laugh when he throws a pillow at you, hitting you in the face.
You look at him caught off guard. He just stares back at you with a challenging smile. Hesitating for a moment you throw it back at him missing him by the inch. This makes him only more pleased with himself.
“Can you show me around the Isle while we come up with a plan?” You ask cheerful.

Harry shakes his head. “Not a good idea love.”

You look at him pouting. “Why not? I came here for adventure, remember.”
Harry looks at you and stands up. He rests his hands on the table and leans forward. “Dauntless.”

“What.” You ask confused.

“Isle kids are dauntless.” He pushes himself back, standing up straight he continues to explain. “In order to fit in you need to act and look dauntless. Otherwise you get in trouble and I’m not going to help you get out of it.”
His last words hit you. He is only a stranger to you, true. But you thought that, you helping him, would make you more valuable to him in some manner. “Then help me.” You stand up. “Teach me how to walk, talk and dress dauntless.”
Harry was starting to say no, but then he realized what you could mean to him. And you were quite useless when you wouldn’t be able to walk the streets. “I might have an idea.”

“What do you think about this?” Dizzy asks you pointing at one of the sketches she made for you.
“That is a lot of leather.” You carefully point out, not knowing what to say about the dark colored outfit. Dizzy stares at you. “It’s not the leather, is it?”
“It’s just not me.” You say disenchanted.
“What if I use this turquoise and mint green colors?” Dizzy proposes excited.
You smile. “That would be lovely.” Harry coughs loudly interrupting you. “Never, ever say the word ‘lovely’, it’s too sweet.” You nod firmly trying to print his advice into your head.
“Next. The hair.” Dizzy announces rubbing her hands excitedly.
Scared you turn to her holding your hair as if you’re trying to protect it. “What are you going to do to my hair?” You’re like a mother not letting strangers with her baby.
“Let’s make it a little darker on top and fluently fading into a soft blue grey tone.” Dizzy says thinking out loud.
That actually doesn’t really seem like such a bad idea and you comply.

“You’re one step closer to becoming a villain kid.” Harry watches you as you admire your hair in the mirror. “While Dizzy makes your clothes we are going over some basics.”
“I’ve never taking you for the teaching type.” You tease giving him a quick glance.
“Never say thank you, never say please.” He starts off his lecture ignoring your tease. You listen to him carefully and try your best when he is making you do some moves.

“When are you going to teach me how to use a sword?” You ask, getting kinda bored. “I only know a bit, because Jay wouldn’t let me on the team.” You complain not realizing you’re talking about someone he used to know. A former villain kid.
“Jay, huh?” Harry asks. “What kinda team is he the leader of?”
You realize, by the flash of anger in his eyes, that you shouldn’t have said anything. “He’s the captain of the fence team back at Auradon.” You say with a shrug trying to make it seem less a big of a deal.

Harry laughed after a moment of silence. “Of course I’m going to teach you how to use a sword.” He hated Jay only for being the one that got send to Auradon. Not that Harry really had the desire to go, but it was the fact that he hadn’t got chosen and Jay had. Harry looks at your troubled face. “Oh, come on, love. Don’t show those worry wrinkles. It makes you look old.” He takes your hand and pushes the handle of the sword in it. You close your fingers around it, Harry not letting go of your hand.

“Here hold it like this.” He Pushes two of your fingers a little higher on the handle, giving you more grip. “Feel the weight.” Harry whispers in your ear, giving you the chills. He slowly lets go of your hand and you’re left holding the sword on your own.

“Like this?” You ask looking at the sword in your hand.
“Now, if you want to get more strength in your blow,” Harry takes your left arm and guides it to the empty spot on the handle just below your right hand. “you hold it here.”
Swiftly you turn around pointing the sword at him. “Fight me.” You say laughing.
“I’m not going to fight you.” Harry says unimpressed.
“Fight me.” You order menacingly remembering what he taught you and placing the tip of the sword at his chest. “Pirate.”
“As you wish.” Harry bows and while straightening up he gets his sword out of his belt and slams it into yours. After only a few seconds Harry realizes that you don’t need to be taught how to use a sword, after all. You played him. You tricked him into believing that you couldn’t fight, but he believes you fight better than any other girl he has ever seen and it strikes something within him.
“You played me.” Harry Hook sounds awestruck.

You let out a playful laugh, which caused you to not pay as much as attention as you normally would’ve. Harry slams you into a wall, Sword against your throat. “I guess you’re not so much of an Auradon kid after all.” He almost sounds admiring.
You look into his puzzled brown eyes and smile. “I’m neither.” Using the distraction you knee him and flee away right into Dizzy’s arms. “Watch out!” She tries to get the clothes as far away from you and the sword as possible.

“Time for the last part.” Harry nods towards the clothes. “After that you’ll talk, walk and look like an kid born on the Isle.”

You put the sword down and take the clothes from Dizzy and walk over to the next room where you can change. It takes a lot of getting used to, all that leather, but sometimes different is good. You walk out into the main area to look at yourself in the mirror. Dizzy screams from excitement. You take a moment to look at Harry’s reaction wondering what he thinks of the new you. One eyebrow lifted, watching you from head to toe, slightly nodding and that big old grin. He’s definitely impressed. Seeing their reactions you can’t wait to see yourself in the mirror.
Gasping for breath you look at the reflection that was once yours. Only now you realize how plain the other you had been. Not that you would want to wear all this leather every day, but you could definitely get used to this lovely jacket. Correction cool jacket. “I think it’s time to come up with a plan.” You say smiling devilishly.

“So I finally saw the new cast…“

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fan Review July 2, 2017

Part I: Introduction and review on Jamie Glover as Harry Potter


Thanks to a friend who won the Friday Fourty I saw the new cast for the first time on a sunny Sunday, July 2. Seated in row BB 23 in the stalls, right at the “Draco corner“ (as I call it in my mind) I couldn’t believe my luck! I have seen the original cast several times already, I went to London in the middle of May just to catch them before cast change. It was hard to let them go. But I also was very excited to see new faces and I have read tumblr reviews on the new cast hungrily. As house elf Leo (he has grown a magnificent beard since I last saw him in May by the way) told me at the entrance to the foyer of the Palace Theatre, it was maybe good that I didn’t come immediately after the cast change. Now the actors had a month to settle into their roles. In the following review I will note down some thoughts on differences and similarities between the portrayals of the original cast and the second cast, on outstanding performances and on small details which I happened to notice.

The Golden Trio

Harry Potter/Jamie Glover

So this is my personal opinion but I’ll mark the day someone surpasses Jamie Parker’s portrayal of Harry by dancing dressed only in a cushion cover and a tea cozy in the market place in my town. Really. I’ll upload the video of it when it happens. For now I’ll have to wait. I understand if it’s said that you shouldn’t compare actors that way but I’ll do it anyway. You can portray a character in a different way or in your own way and nail it (like in my opinion Samuel did with Scorpius or Theo did with Albus). Or you play him in a way that doesn’t live up to the character. And that’s what happened with Jamie G. and Harry I think.

As I’ve read before on tumblr and I have seen it confirmed myself: he doesn’t make the best of Harry’s lines. There’re so many places where Harry shines, but if you read through the script so seriously it just doesn’t work. It makes Harry a kind of dull character as compared to Jamie P.’s version of him. What I think Jamie G. still doesn’t get about Harry is his humorous, adventorous and angry side. It’s like seeing a soft pastel picture after staring into a kaleidoscope of bright colours. What Jamie G. does very well in some scenes is showing Harry’s pain. Especially the scene „how many had to die for the boy who lived“ between him and Ginny was very good. You could believe Harry is suffering. Then again Jamie P. has shown a deeper or different understanding of the character’s fragility and suffering by displaying clear PTSD symptoms throughout the play by his body language. When I first saw it, as for example in the scene where Harry is sitting on the stairs, having a nightmare, clawing at his arm in that strange way in his half conscious state, I was shocked to see Harry in such a way. It deepened my own understanding of the character as someone who had survived such terrible things and is still suffering from them. It really helps the audience to sympathize with the character. Whereas Jamie G. was only playing asleep in that scene. (I wonder if Jamie P. came up with this extreme portrayal himself or if he got inspired by the books, where the “fits“ Harry experiences during his nightmares or visions are described.) Another point where Harry shows his pain is in the very last scene with Albus. Jamie G.’s way of talking was rather calm, whereas Jamie P.’s voice was trembling, showing how hard it is for him to open up to Albus about his innermost fears.

What else Jamie P.’s portrayal taught me more about adult Harry was that he still had his youthful energy and his adventorous spirit in him. The way he bursts into his office to tell Hermione about his successful raid on Nott, all enthusiasm and elation in his voice. When I saw and heard this for first time I thought “Wow! That’s still Harry at 14 or 17. All excited about having just solved a riddle or having won a fight! That’s him all right.“ Whereas Jamie G. more or less walks in and smiles contently at her as after having finished a Power Point presentation at an important meeting

So what else I felt was toned down was Harry’s anger. Harry can get really shouty and blow up with anger. We know it especially from the books. This character trait was shown so well by Jamie P. in the ,,not my son“ scene with Albus that it was hard to watch. Again this was pretty toned down by Jamie G.

Staying with things that were hard to watch: Harry’s/Jamie P.’s artificial cheerfulness when he got rejected and rejected by Albus all over again. Especially shortly before the “not my son“ incedent when after being rejected by Albus he still offers to help Albus to pack for Hogwarts. You see he knows he is failing, and he babbles on about packing for Hogwarts and how he enjoed it, but that Albus doesn’t like it much. It’s really heartbreaking to watch and hear that tone in his voice. It really shows how hurt he is but that he’s still trying desperately. Again not used well by Jamie G. who could have made more of those lines. Especially when you think of how later Ginny tells Harry that Albus notices when he puts on a facade.

But most I was missing Jamie P’s humour or Harry’s moments that had potential to be amusing for the audience. When Jamie P. said that line about second years not wanting to be seen with their dads. All fond amusement in his voice. When he slid on his knees on the floor in front of Hermione’s library when he was “Scorpius“. Or when he said “and you’re still talking to me?“ to Ginny in a way that made the audience laugh. That was missing. Where Jamie G. and Jamie P. both got good laughs though was after the line “There’re many things you’re good at, Albus!“

Then I missed all the tender touches in the very last scene when they talk about Albus being good at heart. How Harry/Jamie P. touches his son’s chest to emphasize what he is saying and how he playfully shoves him away when Albus proclaims he wants to go into pigeon racing. This scene is done differently by Jamie G. and Theo. Jamie G. doesn’t touch him until the very last lines. Then he puts an arm around Albus’ shoulder and Albus quickly stares down on Harry’s hand on his shoulder all surprised. Maybe the new idea is to save it all up until the end.

So generally speaking I found Jamie G’s performance of Harry much too stiff and serious. I don’t know if this is his understanding of Harry or if he didn’t find his way to Harry yet. I will look out for reviews on him, since I’m very curious how he still might develop his own version of Harry given time. You have other opinions on Jamie G. or saw him perform differently maybe? (I’ve seen him only once, so I don’t have anything to compare one of his performances to another.) Please comment!

So I’m stopping for now, but I will continue with the other members of the Golden Trio next.

What fictional characters taught me:

Harry Potter taught me that when everything seems hopeless, something great can wait around the corner.

Hermione Granger taught me it’s not wrong to be clever and focus on school. 

Ron Weasley taught me I don’t have to be ashamed of my appetite. If I want food, I’ll eat it.

Katniss Everdeen taught me it’s important to stand for what you mean is right, even though some people disagree.

Peeta Mellark taught me that you can come a long way with charm and the right words.

Dean Winchester taught me that family is important and when you’re broken, they’ll fix you. (And that you can die a lot and still come back.)

Sam Winchester taught me that sometimes things doesn’t work out the way you wanted them to and that some things are supposed to happen. (Like being the vessel of Satan.)

Castiel taught me that sometimes you have to sacrifice something important for the people you care about.

The Doctor taught me that everyone matter. No matter if they have a tentacle out their ear or flaws.

John Watson taught me that friendship and loyalty are important. (And you can offer your mustache for those who matter.)

Sherlock Holmes taught me that being extraordinary isn’t a bad thing. Being original is so much better than copying others and try to follow the stream.

Captain Jack Sparrow taught me to close my eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream.

i don’t have a title for this

I wrote a thing for @missing-headache because she has some wicked prompts and her writing inspires me almost as much as these two idiots do.

 It’s been affectionately named “gay muffins” by a friend of mine, and well, I haven’t got a better name for it yet. I had to make it a “keep reading” one, sorry

also, this is my first fic so be gentle. 

 narry // almost 6k // lots of fluff

Niall’s not exactly sure how he’s ended up here, standing in the grocery store with two arms full of groceries he doesn’t need, fishing for his wallet at the check out. He supposes it’s become a bad habit, really, the way he finds himself in this exact place week after week. And he knows his cabinets are already full, and really, he doesn’t need two bags of flour and two cartons of eggs but there’s a voice in the back of his mind that’s been nagging him all day.

 And he supposes it started this morning, when he woke up to the sound of Fleetwood Mac’s “Songbird” from the other side of his bedroom wall. And it’s not the first time he’s heard the same gravely voice laced with sleep, performing a rendition of whichever song he’s chosen that day, but it’s been a while and Niall’s forgotten what his voice sounds like this early, when he’s just woken up. Niall imagines that it’s the first thing his neighbor does when he wakes up, switches on some music while he brushes his teeth or gets dressed for the day. He imagines him swinging his hips to whichever beat while he combs out his hair. And Niall thinks he probably spends a lot of time on his hair because it always looks soft to the touch. And Niall would really like to know what it feels like between his fingers, not that he would admit it anyways. 

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f is for fury

Harry’s brain is still operating at a sluggish pace, sensory perceptions trickling in one by one instead of emerging as a fully integrated mental picture. The sound of ringing in his ears—an awfully familiar sensation by this point; it was there when he woke up in hospital, and it hasn’t quite gone away since. The tangy smell of blood. The taste of it in his mouth, rich and coppery, familiarly slick under his fingers. The sight of an obnoxious pair of Adidas trainers, white, winged. Familiar in a way that makes his stomach clench.

“Jesus Christ, Eggsy, I told you, he’s concussed,” Merlin’s voice says ruefully, and Eggsy’s voice yells, “I couldn’t give a shit—”

The left side of Harry’s jaw is throbbing. He touches it, realises too late that he is now smearing blood all over his face.

Ah well. He’s had worse, he supposes.

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