#harrypotter characters

[alunaloverworld]

Harry Potter Dreams

I dreamt of Harrypotter ever since I read the books and movies.

I keep getting dreams where I was sorted into the hogwart house as well as meeting Harrypotter and other characters.

The first dream was when I was younger I was rollerblading and saw Minerva McGonagall and Cedric Diggory congratulate me and I was placed into Hufflepuff I even saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in a room full of computers.

The second dream was that I was heading in the hallway and saw many Ravenclaws, and felt as if time was changing quickly but slowly and I saw that I was sorted into Hufflepuff and Gryffindor while on the hallway and headed towards the sweets and library and saw many wizard magic books in the library.

The third one was the same different, I was heading out to Hogsmeade but I stopped myself because I was a first-year and even saw the Weasley twins calling out to me and I think I was sorted into Ravenclaw Gryffindor.

The other dream I had was with Harry being late to Hogwart that we used the taxi to get there but I completely forgot to get my robe and before that, I was wearing my school robe but changed back to something else. Anyway, by the time Harry and I got there, we were already sorted and I think I saw Seamus on the computer and told me I was placed in Girls Gryffindor but I can't remember the number and letter it said as I was looking for the dorm but end up dealing with Slytherins who wouldn't let me in so I headed back, and I headed towards the Ravenclaw and they told me I was a Gryffindor.

The last dream I had was I saw Bill Weasely and Albus Dumbledore but Albus called my name and I was frightened as to why I was called by Albus as I felt I did something wrong but then it ended and woke up.

[d14n3k14]

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「𝑆ℎℎ…. 𝑃𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠’𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 us.」

There were supposed to be a comic of this

Perhaps I’ll draw it when I got more energy next time 🥲 (it’s Monday tomorrow and I hate my job 💀)

[the-colourful-witch]

🧶Molly Weasley🧶

The Wizarding World’s mum ✨

She raised seven children, not to mention six of them were boys (good lord)! I have the utmost respect for this woman, keeping it together all those years. Going through two wars, trying to keep her family safe from harm.

She can be a little overbearing… a little overprotective… but she’s still a good mum, I think. I love her. I love that she knits and I can even love her for swooning over Gilderoy Lockheart, until she found out he was a total fuckup. I mean, we’ve all fawned over fictional characters✨😌 (and the occasional Pedro Pascal edit)

…. Where was I? Oh right! Molly is lovely, I love her. I hope you do too! Arthur is up next and with him the Weasley family is complete! Woop!☀️

[bythepen98]

Doodle || Severus 🐍

Sketch from last week. Bought a new sketch pad and the first character I wanted to draw was him.

[annabellelupin]

Marlene: dorca look what i got for you

Dorcas: Oh do I even want to know

Marlene: *pours out like 30 skeins of yarn on their coffee table* Lesbian yarn

Dorcas: ... what?

Marlene: I just so happened to go to the craft store earlier and they had a bunch of yarn that were like pride flag colors so I just had to get every one of them that looked like the lesbian flag

Marlene: you know. because you do the things with the yarn and you're a lesbian.

Dorcas:

Dorcas: this actually might be one of the sweetest things you've ever done for me

[comibella]

The Love Sacrifice ❆ ⋄︎︎

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"𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆? 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖—𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚

𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕.” ⎯

"𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚?”

⎯ "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎… 𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆.”

❆ ⋄︎︎ ⬫︎︎ ⋄︎︎ ⥊ ⬫︎︎ ❆ ⚯͛ ❆ ⬫︎︎⥊ ⋄︎︎ ⬫︎︎ ⋄︎︎ ❆

Y/N Granger has one goal: go to Hogwarts, uncover the truth behind her mother’s death while staying hidden from the Ministry of Magic. But when her sister falls victim to a giant serpent, Y/N is forced into a dangerous rescue mission with none other than Harry Potter—the boy who can't seem to stay out of her life. Little does she know…it was just the beginning.

❆ ⋄︎︎ ⬫︎︎ ⋄︎︎ ⥊ ⬫︎︎ ❆ ⚯͛ ❆ ⬫︎︎⥊ ⋄︎︎ ⬫︎︎ ⋄︎︎ ❆

Chapter One | wattpad

Chapter One | Ao3

[claradanjoux]

Aaron Trauner - OC Hogwart Legacy A proud Ravenclaw

[womeninfictionandirl]

Minerva McGonagall by LoranDeSore

[kyalongbottom]

I’m starting new character sheets 😊

[yyarts]

You need to tie your tie

At first I thought I wouldn't post this, cuz I got too lazy on Ron's hair when I sketched it. But now that I look at it, it fits him quite well, all messy.

I'm trying to get fully back into Harry Potter, especially since it's getting winter ~

[theravenflawed]

james: i have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first

lily: the good news

james: i won't do it again

[the-colourful-witch]

🏆Oliver Wood🏆 If there is one person who really really cares about his passion, it's Oliver Wood. For example: “Bad news, Harry. I’ve just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She – er – got a bit shirty with me. Told me I’d got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn’t care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch on it first.” Wood shook his head in disbelief. “Honestly, the way she was yelling at me … you’d think I’d said something terrible.” (PoA 12)

I like Oliver's character. He's the ultimate jock, obsessed with his sport. Honestly, he deserved the championship five times over. Why did Harry always have to get seriously injured at the end of every season? Very convenient, if you ask me... Anyway, I liked drawing him. He was a good character for me to get back into the game. For those who are a little confused about my long absence, I overworked my elbow and got diagnosed with a tennis arm. For many artists, this is a familiar injury. It sucks so bad, I had to take it easy for a while and still do. I'm mostly focused on getting client work done, which is why my character illustrations have dropped a little on my priorities list. I'm focused on developing a healthy work-fun balance in my day, because not being able to draw for myself is a little depressing, despite how much I love my job. Work is work. I hope you like Oliver and I hope I'll be able to make a new one soon. If everything continues going the way it is currently, I will be :)

[chhtusyk]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐏𝐌𝐀 𝐎𝐂'𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟎𝟎𝐈

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𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

. . . Or just Bill, as you prefer.

Bill Muller was a student who attended at Hogwarts. Bill was born in a Muggle family, so this whole magic thing is completely new to him, he has a hard time learning spells but he's good at potions.

He is a calm boy, but daring when the situation warrants it, he is a good friend of Kevin and Robyn.

other facts ;

• Wand: English oak wood, unicorn hair core, 10", inflexible.

• Boggart: Dementor

• MBTI: ISTJ

• Likes: Potions, play the cello, his friends and herbology.

• Dislikes: Noisy people, duels and astronomy.

• He has a Kneazle named Sebastian, it was a christmas gift from a friend.

[bloodandlegacy]

VII: In the Wake of Forsaken Love

I turned the Time-Turner forward, still breathless from the horrors I’d just seen. The world shifted around me, the darkness lifting into misty forest shadows. The quiet enveloped me, a brief, welcome reprieve from the terrible scene I’d left behind. Then, from between the trees, I saw her—my mother, Cassiopeia, moving swiftly toward the woods. A small satchel was secured under her green velvet robe, her expression tense, almost frightened. My own breath stilled. This felt like salvation after what I had just witnessed, and without another thought, I followed her.

She weaved through the forest with nervous glances over her shoulder, as if she feared someone might be watching. I crept between the trees, careful not to crunch a leaf or snap a twig beneath my feet, my pulse quickening with each step. I had no idea where she was going, but it was as though I could feel it, this strange mix of anxiety and excitement stirring within me, mirroring hers. Up ahead, a clearing appeared, bathed in the gentle light of evening. And then I saw him.

My father.

He stood waiting for her, and to my utter surprise, I watched as he conjured a bouquet of flowers, their petals shimmering with faint magical hues. Cassiopeia let out a joyful gasp, dropping her bag as she ran into his arms. They embraced, his gaze on her as if she were his entire world.

“I made roast,” she announced with pride, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “Without magic,” she added, a bashful grin lighting her face. He chuckled, looking at her with nothing but warmth.

Cassiopeia darted back to where she’d dropped her bag, reaching her arm in deep, past the point that seemed possible, and retrieved a well-packed picnic basket. My father had already laid out a blanket on the ground, ready for her, waiting as though he had dreamed of this moment a thousand times. I watched, mesmerized, as my mother pulled out the meal she’d prepared, and they sat together, sharing a quiet, private joy. Their laughter was soft, unburdened, as though nothing could harm them in this hidden world. My father’s face glowed, his eyes softened with love and devotion.

Then, I saw something else—a hidden hope in my mother’s smile. I could feel her excitement for the future, hear the warmth in her voice as they whispered together. The Blacks would never allow this, she explained, laughing, yet serious. The Gaunts had a reputation that could ruin them both if anyone knew. But they had plans. Plans to run away together, to build a life, a family, to have… me.

Tears filled my eyes, spilling over as I watched the family I could have had. My mother’s love was undeniable, her laughter soft but unburdened. They loved each other so deeply, as though nothing could break them apart. In that moment, I felt sure they would have loved me just the same. It took everything in me not to approach them, not to rush forward and tell them I was here, that I loved them. I wanted so much to feel this, to know it was real. For the first time, I imagined a life with an actual mother and father, a life filled with magic and love. It would have been beautiful.

Why was I condemned to live without this? Denied a life that should have been mine…?

I turned the Time-Turner forward, moving slowly, afraid to disrupt this fragile dream but desperate to know what happened. But when the world settled, I saw only anger and pain.

My mother was hurrying out of the forest, her face flushed with fury, my father trailing after her, devastated. “Please, Cassie. Please,” he pleaded, his voice cracked and hollow.

She whirled around, her tone cutting through the air like ice. “I can’t have her becoming like this. Like you.” Her words dripped with contempt.

My father’s voice broke as he begged, “It’s not what I want. You didn’t see what he did to my sister.”

But my mother’s resolve was unshakeable. “No, she won’t be part of this. She won’t know this is who she is.” Her words rang cold, unyielding, a final wall between them. And with a sharp crack, she vanished, Apparating away. My father fell to his knees, his face contorted in anguish, a broken man.

The pain radiated through him, and I could feel it, even from a distance. The weight of it took my breath away, as though I were the one struck down by that final betrayal. This love I had just seen was now torn apart, crushed by fear and distrust.

My father stumbled away, back through the forest, each step dragging as if the earth itself resisted him. He walked into a small, rundown pub and drank, sinking further into despair. I followed him, helpless, as he staggered home in a stupor, where Marvolo stood waiting by the door.

“Out all hours of the night,” my grandfather snarled, his gaze hardening.

But to my shock, my father looked him straight in the eye and replied, “I have a daughter.” The words hit me like a bolt, and my heart leaped at the sound.

Marvolo’s face shifted, almost… pleased. “Who?” he demanded, eager. “Where?”

My father’s lips curled, and through his drunken haze, he enunciated with stubborn pride, “Cassiopeia Black.” He spat out her name, each syllable harsh and unyielding. Then, with a voice dripping in venom—mirroring Marvolo’s own bitter tone—he slurred, “She left… because of you.”

Marvolo paused, a strange flicker crossing his face, almost as if he took satisfaction in it. “Congratulations,” he said shortly, dismissively, before stepping away, indifferent as ever.

And with that, he turned his back on my father, the brief warmth extinguished. My father crumpled to the floor, defeated. His shoulders shook, his face buried in his hands, and through the haze of his grief, I could feel every ounce of it—like waves of sorrow radiating toward me, gripping my heart and refusing to let go. His love, his hope, crushed underfoot, like it was nothing. And there I stood, silent, invisible, left just as broken as he was, bearing the weight of a family I never knew but somehow felt in every fiber of my being.

The truth of it all twisted inside me—a love that should have been, a family torn apart by pride and bitterness. It was a vision of what could have been, just close enough to touch, and yet lost to me forever. And as I turned away, I felt the weight of an impossible longing, hollow and echoing around me, brimming with every painful truth I could never forget.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

[annabellelupin]

people: *romanticize literal fucking murderers*

me: .... you do realize they're an absolutely terrible person right??

people: um well they're fictional and hot so its fine

me: *blinks intensely*