#Phoenix from Harry Potter

[baldmultiverse]

Me and the hoatz

Hoatzin (Opisthocomus hoazin) aka “Stink Turkey”, family Opisthocomidae, order Opisthocomiformes, found in South America

The only living member of the bird order Opisthocomiformes.

This leaf-eating bird uses foregut fermentation, in its enlarged crop, to help break down its food. (The ferementation is where the smell comes from, which gives it the name “Pavo Apestoso”)

They live in vegetation at the edges of lakes, streams, and rivers.

The young have 2 small claws on the fronts of the wingsthat help them climb through vegetation.

photograph by Jeffrey P Karnes

[bloodyhellharry]

Harry practising some before-bed Occlumency

[that-bitch-kat3]

sirius: if you don’t let me go on this mission i will be such a pain in your ass-

moody: you’re already a pain in my ass

sirius: i feel like we both know i can get worse

[lines-in-limbo]

Harry and Snape’s Clashing Communication Styles

It's interesting to think that Harry and Snape don’t have longer conversations in the series, but when they do, their communication styles are so different that they often clash.

Harry’s way of communicating is practical and straightforward. He tends to break down complex ideas into simpler terms that he can easily understand. This makes sense, given his upbringing in a non-magical world and his tendency to rely more on gut instinct than deep theoretical knowledge. For Harry, things are usually black and white, and his directness shows his desire to cut through the confusion and get straight to the point.

Snape, on the other hand, has a more complex and layered way of speaking. His language is precise and often sarcastic, which reflects not just his intelligence but also his disdain for what he sees as Harry’s lack of subtlety. Snape’s use of imagery and metaphor, especially when he describes consepts, gives his speech a poetic, almost philosophical quality. He takes pleasure in showing off his superior knowledge and uses this as a way to belittle Harry.

We see this clash clearly in OOTP during Harry’s first Occlumency lesson:

Snape looked back at him for a moment and then said contemptuously, “Surely even you could have worked that out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is highly skilled at Legilimency —” “What’s that? Sir?” “It is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person’s mind —” “He can read minds?” said Harry quickly, his worst fears confirmed. “You have no subtlety, Potter,” said Snape, his dark eyes glittering. “You do not understand fine distinctions. It is one of the shortcomings that makes you such a lamentable potion-maker.” Snape paused for a moment, apparently to savor the pleasure of insulting Harry, before continuing, “Only Muggles talk of ‘mind reading.’ The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter . . . or at least, most minds are. . . .” He smirked. Whatever Snape said, Legilimency sounded like mind reading to Harry and he did not like the sound of it at all.

For Harry, when Snape mentions Legilimency, it immediately sounds like “mind reading,” which is a reasonable but overly simple way to understand such a complex concept. His quick jump to this conclusion shows his need to make sense of something that feels threatening, but it also reveals his limited grasp of the deeper nuances.

Snape, however, can’t resist mocking Harry’s lack of subtlety. His response is laced with condescension as he insists on the complexity of the mind and dismisses the idea of “mind reading” as something only muggles would think of. Snape’s explanation is detailed and philosophical, contrasting sharply with Harry’s desire for a straightforward answer.

Another great example of their different communication styles comes in HBP when Snape puts Harry on the spot, asking him to explain the difference between an inferius and a ghost:

“Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost.” The whole class looked around at Harry, who hastily tried to recall what Dumbledore had told him the night that they had gone to visit Slughorn. “Er — well — ghosts are transparent —” he said. “Oh, very good,” interrupted Snape, his lip curling. “Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.’ ” Harry took a deep breath and continued calmly, though his insides were boiling, “Yeah, ghosts are transparent, but Inferi are dead bodies, aren’t they? So they’d be solid —” “A five-year-old could have told us as much,” sneered Snape. “The Inferius is a corpse that has been reanimated by a Dark wizard’s spells. It is not alive, it is merely used like a puppet to do the wizard’s bidding. A ghost, as I trust that you are all aware by now, is the imprint of a departed soul left upon the earth . . . and of course, as Potter so wisely tells us, transparent.” “Well, what Harry said is the most useful if we’re trying to tell them apart!” said Ron. “When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?’

Once again, Harry demonstrates his practical and straightforward approach. He gives a simple, clear distinction based on what would be most useful in a real-life situation—whether the entity is solid or transparent. This shows how Harry tends to focus on what’s immediately relevant and actionable, and Ron’s defense of Harry’s answer highlights this practicality. Ron even points out that in a real-world scenario, Harry’s answer is actually the most helpful, contrasting it with Snape’s more academic approach.

Snape, though, dismisses Harry’s answer as too simplistic and mocks him for stating what he sees as the obvious. Snape’s communication is more about the theoretical and precise understanding of magical concepts. He emphasizes the deeper, more complex nature of an Inferius, which, while academically accurate, is less practical in the context that Harry is thinking of. Snape’s disdain shows that he values this deeper, nuanced understanding more than the direct, practical knowledge that Harry offers.

These moments really bring out the deeper divide between Harry and Snape. Harry approaches things with instinct and a straightforward mindset, while Snape is all about nuance, precision, and seeing the layers in everything. Because they see the world so differently, they struggle to communicate, which only adds to the distrust and misunderstanding between them—a tension that echoes throughout the entire series.

[deswhomst]

There was so much missed potential with the Black brothers because when I was reading the Harry Potter books, and they both had no dead bodies, I was waiting for them to just appear at some point in the story with a crazy plot-twist but no!! They stayed dead. What was the point of the veil if there was nothing beyond it but death? And I really thought that since Regulus’ death was so mysterious, too, there was a chance he was alive, and Sirius went beyond the veil to him, and they both found a Horcrux or something bigger !! Anyways, this is proof that I have always been very delusional.

[lilyslark]

sirius really spent 12 years in solitary confinement with nothing but dementors for company, only to be locked up in his abusive childhood home for a year, and then murdered by his own cousin the one time he left it to protect harry.

it’s no wonder that sirius was such a healthier parental figure to harry during goblet of fire. he may have been alone and on the run, he may have been forced to live in a cave and to eat rats, but at least he was free.

[agentkee]

from the meme going on in twitter rn lol

[calmlyerratic]

“Well, as everyone thinks I’m a mad mass murderer and the Ministry’s put a ten-thousand-Galleon price on my head, I can hardly stroll up the street and start handing out leaflets, can I?” said Sirius restlessly.

“And I’m not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community,” said Lupin. “It’s an occupational hazard of being a werewolf.”

— OotP, Chapter 5: The Order of the Phoenix

[hexes-and-hestia]

intro post

♤ Hestia Jones

♤ 17

♤ chosen by Persephone, not Hestia

♤ also a Hufflepuff, idk how

♤ pan, she/they/her

♤ likes : sun, theater, flower crowns, playing cards

♤ Dislikes: sailing, people who mess with anybody I know, Snape

Emmie, my ride or die : @sepia-vance

Sybill, close friend : @shrineoftheprophetess

Xeno, I don't know him very well: @dreaming-and-drugs

Peter, the tame one of James' friends : @pete-the-thief

Remus, grandpa vibes: @swearwolf-lupin

Sirius, Rockstar vibes: @blackrosedeity

Lily, quite nice from when I chatted to her: @flower-of-athens

James, hyper ass fucker (no offense) : @j-potteringaround

Marls, hyper ass bitch (no offense, again): @motherfuckin-marls

Regulus, somewhat depressed with asshole parents: @a-mist-covered-star

Barty, nothing to say about him, really: @barty-not-barry-official

Evan, I rarely see him show any emotion: @evanofthedead

Dorcas, no complaints about her : @0-all-is-fair-in-love-and-war-0

Frank, Gryffindor quiddtich captain: @welltobefrank

Alice, Frank's hyper gf : @al1-f0rtescue

Bellatrix, remind not to get on her bad side: @psychoblack

Rita, fills me in with everything that happens every week : @followthegossip

Narcissa, perfectionist: @elegance-and-romance

Mary, sweet girl : @littlelambismybestie

Pandora, has a collection of, everything: @pandoras-box-of-roses

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

Ooc:

Joining at a rlly weird time (peak angst)

This is my main acc- made a mistake 😤

My friend is in the group for me

tell @moonandstarshangoutinbars or @moonyswarmsweaters to joinn

[remusawoooo]

Chapter 5 or the wolfstar chapter

Obviously starting with our gold mine- personally, I too would stare at Sirius at the dinner table as he is arguing.

Remus -Sirius defender first, human second- Lupin (Molly was cold as hell for this btw). I just love that Remus spoke sharply and surely here when Molly crossed the line, for Sirius.

And I love this entire exchange ( there is more) of wolfstar being so in tune! I think it is more so Remus fully listening and engaging with Sirius, joking at appropriate times and backing him up as he finally says his piece. It is just really important to me that Remus was participating in the conversation rather than just listening because Sirius wanted to be really heard the whole time. Also, establishing wolfstar as a duo! There is just so much chemistry with them simply being together in a scene... the fucking potential.

Bro, what if we became a comedy duo? but also make out?

mine and harry's extra parents everyone!!! (also Harry really catches onto non-verbal communication very well, my sweet boy)

This is very married couple behavior btw. idc what #she did or says, they definitely at least held hands and gazed into the depths of their eyes (full homo)

Anyway, love my gay dads and think they are super neat.

[jamespotterlovesreggie]

My siblings laughed at me for crying whilst watching Order Of The Phoenix.

They don’t understand, That it’s so sad when Sirius says “Nice one James” then dies .

They don’t understand, That whilst they were feeling bad for Harry because his godfather just died and I’m just sat there sobbing because Remus watched his best friend , the love of his life and his entire world fall through the Veil when he could only stand there and hold Harry back when he himself wanted to run in after Sirius .

They don’t understand, That Sirius’ last word was ‘James’ .

[cursedwithwords]

Fuck. The everyone comes back au might just be pure and simple prongsfoot now. But I've never written JUST prongsfoot before. I mean I'm fucking obsessed with it but I've never read? Any prongsfoot fics? And now I really want to do some research.

And yall. Please understand I had the title in mind BEFORE it became prongsfoot. But the title is. So. Prongsfoot. I really should have realized it was MEANT to be. Literally. You'll understand when I tell you the title later.

But please, I need prongsfoot fic recs so I can get a feel for everything. Preferably one-shots, but I'll take shorter long-fics too. I just don't have an enormous amount of time rn since I'm moving.

This fic is now completely separate from BOTS. The universe wants it to be prongsfoot, so it will be.

I sound calm and collected rn but I'm actually losing my mind.

[badhotdog03]

Meanwhile, on an order mission...

James: Hey girl, you're on speaker, behave.

Lily *without thinking*: Or what, you'll spank me?

James:

Lily:

The entire order in the room with James:

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Traitor {Sneak Peak}

Severus Snape x Potter!Reader

Summary: The reader and Severus had been nurturing a secret relationship since Hogwarts. He uses their meetings to save her life, in turn, her family looses theirs.

Cw: Smut, +18, MDNI, manipulation, deception, lies, smut is on the rougher side. I feel like Severus Snape should be his own warning. Flawed and selfish reader (they learn) not proof read

“Severus.” You gasped, drawing out his name like it was an oath to keep. Your nails dug into his back, as the tall boy rocked forward, shoving your body back. Your head fell against the headboard, your plunge softened by the pillows he meticulously placed for you.

It wasn't the first time, his behaviors became second nature. The way his teeth sunk into your neck, his hands hooked on your shoulders, and his hips rutted into yours in a steady pace. It was familiar, it was comfort and guilt, greed and endless generosity. The way his arms secured you against him made your heart race.

It was a twisted web of love and heartbreak you threw yourself into and he fell victim to his own heart's betrayal, you owned him like no other.

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, no matter how many times Severus made you his own, the intrusion was always more than you could start with. It always began the same, his rough hands and commanding presence. Pushing you down to make way for himself. So much desperation and need, from his lips to your hot skin, from his wandering tongue to the space he made holy with worship between your legs. You had gathered this much; you were his atonement.

You went from the stresses of essays and expectations of outstandings’ to the question of each meeting being your last. He held you like it would be, he touched you like it would be, he snapped his hips into yours like it would be.

It didn't help that your meetings had become few and far between. Since you two started this scandalous affair at Hogwarts, it was hard to continue meeting. The war, the war your both danced along opposing sides of, kept you both far more busy than you would have liked. Tonight only being made possible by some agreement you took with Peter. He would check on your brother and his family tonight, ensuring they were safe, while you made true on your plan to rendezvous with Snape.

He muttered your name against your neck like a Hymn. His deep and stuttering drawl accompanied by his soft groans and gasps as he reached his high.

You were close behind, bending your knees to lock your ankles behind his back. Taking as much as you could, head thrown back once again, with enough force to arch your back.

“S-Severus!” You gasped out and he slowly sat up, watching the place your bodies connected with a sound you swore you've only heard animals make.

“Potter…” He panted and pressed his thumb against your hips, hard. The skin turned a tender color, as your moans drove him over the edge. He kissed you, deep and slow, swallowing any sounds you made as you met him at your end.

You both laid there in each other's arms. You were lightheaded, relaxing perfectly into the bed as he covered you. These moments were your favorite of the night. Where he held you, muttered sweet things he would never say outside of the bedroom, and waited for either a second wind or to get ready to go home.

As if to prove you wrong, he pulled out of you. You winced, only slightly, as your body was accustomed to the way you two usually have each other. You gave a low whine and tried to reach for him, he ignored you with a grimace and got to his feet, getting dressed.

“...Severus? Can’t you stay a moment longer?” You called out to him and he shook his head. Once he donned his cloak there was no amount of convincing you could do. You watched as he sat down at the edge of your bed. You inched closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind and kissing the nape of his neck.

“When?” You whispered softly. The question was so routine he didn't ask for context. When can I hold you again? Have you? When can I love you again? He rubbed his face, still slick with sweat but he still refused to stay a moment longer, even to clean himself. He didn't deserve that.

“I will letter you.” He muttered and you nodded. That was enough. Maybe he had it harder than usual this time, maybe something was haunting him that tonight just couldn't help him forget. You sighed and moved to kiss his lips but he shied away.

That stung.

“I am sorry, {Y/N}.” He whispered and you narrowed your eyes.

“Whatever for?” You hushed back. Your attention, suddenly, was caught by a shining light in the window. You hummed out, it was a Phoenix patronus. So much for a good night's rest.

Snape stood to his feet at the sight of it, grabbing his wand from the night stand and snapping around, apparating mere moments before Dumbledore’s patronus entered your chambers.

You stood up and began to get dressed, assuming it to be an emergency meeting of some kind. Then, his voice rang out in your room.

“October 31st, 1981.” It spoke like a letter. You knew what that format meant. You snapped around to look at the bird, eyes wide and shoulders slack.

“No..” You whispered.

“Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Lily Potter have fallen. Sirius Black had been apprehended as the main suspect in their murders.” You felt your world crashing over you. A million questions ran through your mind as you raised your hands and put pressure on your throat. You couldn't breathe. “Harry Potter has been taken to his maternal next of kin. Voldemort has been MIA. We are calling all arms.”

You were suddenly jostled awake by the sound of the front door slamming open. Now, in the fourteen years you had lived at 5 Privet Drive, you have never experienced such a jarring feeling of dread. It only worsened when you heard Harry's heavy breathing and the shuffling of feet at the doorway.

You jolted up and began to wrap yourself up in your robe. You pushed the intruding memories away, setting aside your guilt and growing sober at the reminder that you were home, the events had long since passed.

Rushing downstairs, you stared down at your frazzled and shocked nephew, the very boy you had told to not go outside on his own.

“Harry.” You snapped at him in a stern tone, but when his glossy eyes met yours, you broke. Hurrying down the last of the stairs to gather him up in your arms. He gripped your robe and let out a shaky breath, sniffling a bit. Clearly, he was still in shock, as his body shuttered against yours.

Eventually, an hour or so later, you had managed to calm him down and he told you what happened. With the Dursley boy, the dementor attack, how Ms. Figg came to their help. How the kind older lady had just dropped him off across the street and he came straight home when he knew Dudley was okay.

You stayed up with him for the majority of the night, eventually, he fell asleep on the couch as you cleaned up the chocolate and the tea you had made for you two. Ever since last year, with Voldemort's return, you had instructed him not to go anywhere, say anything to anyone, or be alone at any point. You didn't want to stress him, but the idea that the ministry might be under Voldemort’s heel was something that persisted since the first wizarding war.

However, no amount of sheltering or protection could have prepared either of you for Umbrige’s letter. The absolute defeat in his eyes was rattling. You wanted him to return to school desperately, but you also wanted nothing more than to hide him away. You never had a problem you couldn't fix for Harry, but since Hogwarts, he seemed to be getting to places you couldn't reach. You had hope when Dumbledore wrote to tell you both to stay put.

The days were long and Harry grew more and more withdrawn into himself as they passed. You tried to extend an olive branch to him, but he would turn in on himself more and more, doing his best to appease you.

Today was no different, your idle chatter and questions were met with hollowed eyes and quiet responses. It was like he couldn't possibly understand what was happening around him. Then, there was a firm knock on the door. You both glanced at each other from across the dining room table.

You sat up and crossed the room into the hall. There was another set of heavy knocks that made you jump a bit. When you leaned forward to glance out the peephole you were greeted with the ugliest face you've ever seen.

A face you missed dearly.

You threw the door open and smiled at him, Alastor Moody gave you his typical sneer, before gesturing out his hand. “What are you, some kind of stranger? Get in here!” He spat like an order and you smiled somber, hugging him. Harry slowly peaked his head out of the kitchen and watched with a furrowed brow.

“Is that how you greet your old professor, boy?” Moody tutted sarcastically and you pulled back, pulling softly on the promise ring on your fingers. Harry let his lip twitch into a slight smile.

“What are you here for?” You whispered and he waved his hand at your nervous teenager.

“Who else?”

~~~

The second you got to 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry seemed to be in another world. Walking through the door you were greeted by Molly, who insisted Harry bring you and his bags upstairs. You were going to fight it at first, before you noticed what was happening. The voices filling the halls from the room in front of you, the familiar faces.

You realized what this was; a call to arms. The room that was once the kitchen had been filled with past order members, even Harry seemed to notice. Though, you wondered if it was more how he noticed Sirius and Remus through the crack of the door.

You debated with yourself, if you should allow Harry to come into the first meeting. It felt like an important thing for him to witness, but he was stressed, he had been put in an unfair position, and for once, you just wanted him to be able to be safe and rest.

You looked over to Harry as Molly stood with her hands on her hips. He looked a bit hopeful you would fight for him to be able to be there, but he seemed to frown a bit when you didn't exactly show that was your plan.

“Harry, why don't you get some sleep? It's been a long few weeks, I'm sure you've missed your friends.” You mused as you gestured up the stairs to where Hermione and Ron were staring down at you two with bright smiles. He seemed to smile even brighter than them, before you leaned down to whisper. “I'll give you the rundown tomorrow.” You hummed and he gave you a nod before grabbing his things, motioning to grab yours before a voice spoke up to cut in.

“Please, I'll get it. Sirius cleared out a room for you.” You looked up and were met with Remus’s hazel eyes. You couldn't help but let a familiar warmth grow in your chest at the sight of him, he had always been a bit doting on you, much like all your brothers friends.

“It's good to see you, Remus.” You hummed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He pulled you into a side hug and chuckled.

“Letters just aren't enough sometimes, don't you agree?” He spoke against your temple and let a small kiss against your hairline.

“Not at all. Tea? Tomorrow?” You offered and he nodded.

“Of course. Go ahead, everyone is waiting to begin.” He insisted and he put a hand on Harry's back, leading him up the stairs by his side, where Harry was instantly swarmed by his friends.

You watched them disappear before your pleasant thoughts were cut off by Molly’s shrill voice. You quickly corrected your judgmental thoughts, that was unfair, she had done so much for Harry.

“You really shouldn't tell that boy about these things. He's so young.” She insisted and you shook your head, your face falling still.

“If he is old enough to carry a wizard’s responsibilities he is old enough to know of them.” You sighed and Molly shook her head with a huff. Clearly displeased with your response, but not fighting you on it. Harry was your ward. She needed to acknowledge that at some point, especially since she seemed to think you were a child still.

She eventually relented with trying to get her mom look to work. Ha, old lady, you perfected your own look raising a little Potter.

You finally made your way around her and into the meeting room. You were instantly greeted by Sirius, who lit up and hurried from across the room to engulf you in a hug. You gave a laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he practically spun you around the room. You allowed yourself to feel the budding joy at being reunited with your childhood friends.

Sirius chuckled and you even let out a few giggles, your legs bending to curl into the position a bit. He set you down after a few moments, fixing your outfit before your hair next, making you smirk. “Sirius.” You teased with an arched brow and he held his hands up as if to show he was done.

They soon found his hips and he looked down at you with a goofy smirk. “Look at you, when did you get so old, Niffler?”

“Same time you did, what's with the beard. What was it you said? Facial hair is so…square?” You hummed and he laughed.

“Oh, you date me so.” He sighed dramatically and you crossed your arms.

“Sorry, Black, but you've done that yourself. Even wearing proper robes?” You continued to pick at him and he grabbed your hand before you could touch his vest.

“Oh don't start, grandma pants.” He pushed and you gave a fake horrified gasp.

“Oh you absolute brute!”

Suddenly, there was a throat cleared from across the room. You hadn't noticed the room went quiet at your arrival. Not a pleasant feeling. Sirius turned and glared at the voice’s owner. You peaked around him and your eyes locked with none other then Severus Snape.

Your shoulders fell and suddenly, all the progress you had made was gone. Everything you had done, every bit of work you made on yourself to try not to think of him was nothing in comparison to his eyes on yours. That night, that night you learned he had asked you to be with him, in your own bed came flooding back.

The time you thought he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, he had been pulling you away from the little family you had left. He was prepared to see James, Lily, and your Harry killed, if it meant he still had you. You knew your own faults in it, how you abandoned your family to meet him, leaving them to the very man who would lead to the downfall of everyone you held dear, but your anger wasn't for one person alone.

The two people you hated most were in this room, and they were staring at each other's eyes. Severus, like he was looking for an answer to a question he should already know the answer to. And you.

Looking at him like he was what little scum was left in the world, burning a black hole into the seat as dark as his dress robes. You had been childish and ignorant to believe you could have him while fighting a war against him. That would always be your biggest regret. How Lily looked at you when she found out, refusing to allow you to be their secret keeper without a word of reason to your brother.

The words Dumbledore said to you when you first attempted to take Harry.

“What will you do with him, Potter? While you are still seeing Severus?” He looked at you with such kind and patient eyes as he tore you apart. “Perhaps, you were too young for all of this.”

As if the rest of you weren't.

It was like the years of avoidance brought more anger than you ever thought you could harbor.

When Severus stood from his chair and tried to cross the room to you, Sirius narrowed his eyes and went to grab your waist to pull you closer, but he was shocked to see you cross the room towards him.

Once you and Severus were a meager foot away from each other, he spoke first. “{Y/N}..” He whispered, but before he could speak further, you raised your hand and struck him across the face.

He didn't flinch, he didn't stumble, he held what little composure he had left and looked away from you. His dark hair covering his eyes and his reddening cheek. Sirius gave a delighted scoff, shocked that someone had the balls to do it. You turned sharply on your heels and started down Albus at the head of the table.

People began to whisper, some even snickered, and you held eye contact with the headmaster and he gave you a sympathetic look. You tried your best not to look more bitter than you already were. He eventually gestured for you to sit and you took the seat next to Sirius. Everyone seemed to fall quiet, before the door opened and Remus walked in. Severus was quick to take his seat.

He looked around as everyone turned to face him, and he looked startled. “Uhm.. do I have something on my face?”

[mrsnerdygirl]

My hobby lately is reading posts of people saying they want morally grey characters and couples, knowing that they couldn't even handle characters written for children.

Knowing that they had to change the personalities of these characters, and make them victims of terrible childhoods.

Knowing that they had to make Narcissa a girl that was forced into getting married, and that her persona was a result of her feelings being pushed down by her family, when in reality she was like that because she wanted to.

Knowing that they keep making up traumatic stories for characters they know did not go through that , just because they can't come to terms with the fact that they wanted to become who they are. They wanted power, fame, and respect, and they found a way to get it, whether that was bad or good it all depends on the perspective.

The same people that couldn't handle the relationship of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, just because they can't come to terms with the fact that Albus was just a selfish teenager that fell in love with the boy who had a way for him to make his dreams come true.

The stories these people want are practically a character, who is traumatised, falling for another character that is as equally traumatised, but they are good together, they have done bad things in the past but not now, becuase they make the good in each other come out.

A morally grey character is a person that does bad things, but lives a perfectly normal life. It doesnt matter whether they are traumatised or not, because that is not what makes you morally grey. These people love the most, and hate in the best of ways. Morally grey characters are like Dumbledore, a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.

They know, that they are wrong but their life feels perfectly normal to themselves.

That is what a morally grey character should be like.

This is what we NEED more of.

[stillobsessedwithalbuspotter]

Albus is just like Harry…

as in the Harry in the Order of The Phoenix who was moody and pissed, and nearly killed Malfoy after getting off the Hogwarts Express 💀