what harry taught me

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.
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 -


anonymous asked:

In seeing a lot of debate over when Harry will tour but what this whole process has taught me is that none of us are truly prepared for what solo harry has in store, and there's no telling what might be in the works. Harry not sharing any particulars doesn't mean there isn't already a plan lol

Exactly. He probably knows every detail 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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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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.

When I say Harry’s ruined me for other men, I don’t mean it in the sense that I’ll never be with a man unless it’s him. I say it to shed light on the fact that Harry’s a true gentleman, an honest gem of this planet. I say it because Harry has taught me, as well as numerous others, what a real man is: loving, tender, accepting, sensible, intellectual, open-minded. When I say Harry’s ruined me for other men, I don’t mean it to downgrade anyone. I say it because Harry’s taught me to not settle for somebody who isn’t going to love me the same way I love them.

What Harry Taught me



1997 - 2011

  • Harry Potter taught me that some things are worth dying for.
  • Ron Weasley taught me that believing in yourself is a hundred times more powerful than luck.
  • Hermione Granger taught me that an education is a girl’s best asset, even if it doesn’t make you many friends.
  • Severus Snape taught me to never, ever, ever judge someone.
  • Rubeus Hagrid taught me that anything can be cute with the right perspective.
  • Ginny Weasley taught me that bold is beautiful.
  • Lily Potter taught me that a mother’s love is the strongest force on earth.
  • Remus Lupin taught me that fear is the only thing I should be afraid of.
  • Dolores Umbridge taught me that education with a political agenda is a terrible, terrible thing.
  • Sirius Black taught me that the ones we love never truly leave us.
  • Albus Dumbledore taught me that good people are not always good.
  • Draco Malfoy taught me that bad people are not always bad.
  • Neville Longbottom taught me that courage is standing up for what’s right, even when you’re scared out of your mind.
  • Luna Lovegood taught me that weird is wonderful.
  • Dobby taught me that freedom is a gift.
  • Lucius Malfoy taught me that no amount of money, pomp, or circumstance will buy you true friends.
  • Fred & George Weasley taught me that sometimes all you need is a good laugh.
  • The Dursleys taught me that a world without imagination is a dull and dreary place.
  • Arthur Weasley taught me that a good sense of curiosity and a bit of obsession can be healthy.
  • Fleur Delacour taught me that true love is not based on appearance.
  • Molly Weasley taught me that a happy family is not measured in gold.
  • Bellatrix Lestrange taught me that hatred and prejudice rot your mind and can turn even the most beautiful person into a monster.
  • Kreacher taught me that if you want to get to know a man, look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
  • Cho Chang taught me that rebound relationships almost never work.
  • Nymphadora Tonks taught me to love myself, no matter what I look like.
  • Percy Weasley taught me that, in the end, no career is worth sacrificing your family.
  • Sybill Trelawney taught me that you cannot change the past, only the future.
  • Lavender Brown taught me that physical relationships only last for so long.
  • Peter Pettigrew taught me that rats do not make good friends.
  • Nicholas Flamel taught me that to the well-prepared mind, death is but the next great adventure.
  • Minerva McGonagall taught me that a good cause is worth fighting for at any age.
  • Hedwig taught me that the love we have for our pets is very real.
  • Lord Voldemort taught me that a life without love is barely living.
  • J. K. Rowling taught me that the stories we love will always be with us.

Until the very end.

;_; This is beautiful.

So what Louis taught me this week is that Harry, much like a newborn, should always be wrapped in blankets and loved on…because if you happen to say something to Harry that isn’t an adult version of a ‘coo’ a wild Louis will appear and bitch slap you with attitude. 

It’s not that I didn’t know this, but I appreciate the remind. 

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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