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snapeaddict · 4 years ago

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YMMV but Lily was a stand in for Rowling. It's why the relationship with James is uncomfortable to read.

(I hope I guessed the meaning of stand in well because I am not totally sure)

In reference to this post about Gryffindor's (and JKR's) belief in their moral superiority.

Ah, yes op. I do think JKR wrote Lily as this, in her eyes, symbol of perfection for Harry, this symbol of goodness and kindness. I'm sure she saw her behaviour toward Severus as completely okay and positive, I'm sure she never questioned her writing of this apparently flawless character even during The Prince's Tale. But the fact she wrote Lily as flawless (more of a symbol than a character, honestly) doesn't mean she is actually flawless and we now know how problematic JKR's work can be.

I think, and this is a personal opinion, that JKR wrote Lily according to her standards of what a good person is like. Standards she also applies to herself, because she, as an author, and Lily, as her stand in character, have many similarities in the way they view the world and behave toward others. I am of course not comparing a real person and fictional character, but trying to show how one can influence the writing of a character - and what this person thinks of this character, which can be reflected through the narrative and main character's POV. Then, by extension, all of this strongly influences our own views on the character as readers, especially when reading the books for the first time. Some things that are disturbing to us and not understood by Rowling:

Strong belief in your own moral integrity: JKR seems to use her books as a weapon against those who point out her narrow-mindness, constantly reminding us she wrote them as a message of love and acceptance, "including" diversity in her world. She never questions her own behavior. She wrote Lily as morally flawless also because she is a Gryffindor and muggle-born: Lily, if you follow her narrative, is in her right to condemn and be critical of Severus' friends and choices, and to highlight her Gryffindor classmates moral superiority (ie they don't use dark magic) to justify the fact she grants herself the right to judge her friend and condemn his friends without addressing bullying. Because she knows better, and is moraly superior. Just as the narrative never really adressed the fact bullying by Gryffondors on a Slytherin isn't justified because they are "on the good side". JKR considers herself to be part of the Good People™, for many reasons, thus doesn't see any problem is writing blog posts explaining to some people why they are a threat to her own feminist fight or how they should behave. Of course I make NO comparison between her transphobia and a fictional character's behaviour; I'm just trying to show there is a similar pattern of behaviour which is, if I have to sum it up: I have moral integrity because [...] ➡️ So this moral superiority cannot be questioned ➡️ So this gives me the right to judge you/tell you how to behave without sweeping my own backyard.

Quick to condemn, unable to understand: This moral superiority (let's face it, Gryffindor are always portrayed as moraly superior in the books which nearly always justifies for discrimination against Slytherin) JKR thinks she has for reasons said above has for consequence the fact she gives herself the right to point out people's supposed flaws and "dangerous" behaviour without ever giving them time to explain, or listening to them. She sees what she wants to see, and so does Lily as she wrote her: the narrative makes of the fact she never gives Snape the opportunity to explain himself a normal thing, because we already know he is in the wrong; she already knows it and decided it, so why would she even ask?

Belief in your own right to judge and change people: for all the reasons I wrote above. You can question behaviours, you can point out flaws and issues: but you, as a person, cannot grand yourself the right to say "I know better than you do because this, this and this, so please change for me or I'll stop being kind to you." To JKR, this is perfectly acceptable behaviour (for example, "she knows and love trans people" but to the condition they remain silent and do not threaten her fragile views on feminism. If they do, she'll consider them a threat.) She writes Lily with a similar kind of behaviour regarding Slytherins: "without trying to understand who you are and why you are the person I see standing in front of me, without educating myself on your motives or asking for you pov, I ask you to change to match my own standards, no matter what it costs you."

Use of minorities, etc to serve personal aims and display your moral integrity: We have a whole history of JKR using sexual orientations or racial minorities to promote her work's open-mindness without ever giving them a voice or listening to them, trying to understand them. She writes Lily as a character who has such a good heart she is friends with Slytherin, dark arts affiliated Severus Snape and who knows it: "My friends (moraly superior Gryffindors) don't even know why I still hang out with you". ie "you should be grateful and their opinions have more values than yours to me." She points out her own benevolence at still accepting Severus as a friend, but never tries to understand Severus' own bravery and struggle at still being friend with her while having to survive in Slytherin house as a half blood (which was obviously more difficult). While reading this particular extract from the text, I cannot unsee the fact she (or JK) seems to think she does Severus a favor for being his friend (in context it's perhaps understandable), but it's very telling JKR would write this - we get the message as readers. The conclusion being, Lily had to be this moraly perfect girl as she had a Slytherin friend. I cannot say it's not implied by the narrative or it's not what JKR thought (she has lesbian and trans friends, so what she says cannot be discriminating/are justified by her supposed openness). Another disturbing and wrong way of thinking.

Belief that your belonging to one oppressed minority prevents you from oppressing others: JKR uses her identity as a woman in a patriarcal society, her statues as a woman who suffered from this patriarchy, to justify her transphobia and point out the fact she, as part of a group which is oppressed, do not oppress others (her blog post on "Why I'm not transphobic" is very telling). My feelings when I read Lily's character (but this may be interpretations from my part) is that her statues as muggle-born also automatically grants her moral integrity or at least a moral compass (narrative-wise) to be judgemental over Severus' relations and to decide whether or not the Marauder's actions toward him were serious: there is a kind of disturbing hierarchy that is created with Slytherin using dark arts and having prejudices against muggle borns (according to her) vs the Marauders and their pranks (not serious at all especially in comparison for her, and anyways they are Gryffindors). As if the fact she is the victim of oppressors means she doesn't have responsibilities or all she does is somehow justified or cannot mean ill (for example, turning her back on Severus while he is being sexually assaulted after he insulted her. She had a duty to perform as a prefect, which she wasn't even doing well before he said anything). The problem isn't her, she has reasons to act the way she does and flaws like all human beings. The problem is that the narrative (thus JKR) sides with her and never have us readers question her behaviour as well. It matches her inner belief that some people's moral integrity cannot be questioned for certain reasons. We are never offered another pov, we are never shown another perspective (of course Lily as a character isn't the one supposed to be this meta): for example, we could have been shown how easy it is to fall into radicalisation especially when you're an abused and neglected child from a poor social background and a minority. (Again I'm not saying it was up to Lily as a character to understand this. She had no obligation toward Severus and isn't all mighty and a Saint. The "problem" is that the narrative is trying to portray her as such because the author truly believes this is how a good person behaves and should be looked at.)

All of this of course being unconsciously accepted, but never put in question. Lily's behavior being of course viewed more positively because no matter how flawed it was, it served honorable aims: fighting against the disgusting blood purity ideology. Her values are honorable. So to me, of course JKR was convinced of Lily's human perfection and inherent goodness because I think she wrote her according to her own views and beliefs on the matter. Which is why, if we grant importance to the narrative, her marrying someone as crual as James Potter is disturbing according of what is said of her:

"Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves."

But, when you take a step back, you realise that her marriage with James is a consequence of JKR's internalised sexism, as she heavenly implied macho and possessive behaviour such as displayed by James were attractive to girls in the end, and, if you take another step back, you realize JK never understood the seriousness of the bullying she wrote so it didn't look so appealing to her that Lily would date James as it is to us.

Then, if we really think of the characters themselves and not JKR's intentions, I think James and Lily were a good match for various reasons, not all negative.

I'm afraid this is a little clumsy and I just really want to say, I'm not blaming Lily for her behavior even if we must acknowledge the fact she wasn't a very good friend and was very far from being perfect; I'm not making a comparison between real life issues and fictional ones, or between author and fictional character: I'm trying to show why Lily appeared as such a model of goodness into JKR's eyes, which shines through the way she tells the story, because she was written according to the writer's standards - some standards and positions we cry about every day when we open twitter. It's not really about her transphobia or use of minorities, but the reasons why she thinks she has a right to give judgemental opinions and ask people to change, her own system of thinking. Her - phobia are a consequence of this but I have to talk about them to show how it seems to me JKR thinks of herself and of others.

This is not anti Lily Potter, she still was a good person and lived in a particular context which also explains certain aspects of her behavior; this has nothing to do with making Snape look better or finding him excuses.

It has everything to do with the way the author viewed her characters and certainly failed to understand the seriousness and complexity of all subjects she chose to address. With the way she sees things and how her characters behave sometimes accordingly.

(Like, for example, not making any comparison, I'm sure she really thought it was positive when she created the house elves, slaves that are happy to be slaves and making fun of those who are disturbed by their conditions and having the only free elf die; I'm sure she thought the message was good when it clearly reeks of colonialist fantasy, thus her own opinions and views as a white British in the 90s [not generalising this to anyone else!], certainly internalised.)

PLEASE MAKE A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN "SHE WRITES LILY THIS WAY" AND JUST "LILY".

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“The Marauders Speak” || YEAR 3 – Ch.29 (HP au)

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Day posted: 10/27/2020

Word count: 3, 561

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

Hey! Sorry this is a whole week late but I am back! Thanks for being so patient :D

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“Wait!” Harry stopped just below the incline up to the witch’s statue and stuffed the cloak in a little crevice. “Just in case we get caught.”

They were sweating and red and panting from the long run. Heather couldn’t protest, knowing if they got caught, the statue would be sealed and the cloak would be unreachable from the castle, all she could do was nod her head and huff a breathy “Ok”.

Heather started climbing up with Harry right behind her. She stopped at the statue, gripping the walls of the tunnel, and wished she knew what the situation was on the other side. Were Draco and Professor Snape waiting for them on the other side, arms crossed and fuming? Technically, only Harry was spotted. She could hide in the tunnel until after he got caught… She sighed and tapped her wand on the smooth stone and listened to the soft scrapes of the stone sliding out of place.

She stepped out into the hall and looked around. No one nearby. No one had spotted them. She stepped aside and helped Harry out. They closed the witch’s hump and wiped their faces with their sleeves, making them damp.

“They must be searching for us if Draco’s made it already.” She pulled Harry’s collar and wiped a bit of dirt off his cheek. “We should split up so – ”

Harry’s eyes moved from hers and focused on something in the distance. She swallowed and turned, watching as Professor Snape walked swiftly towards them, robes billowing back, cutting through the air with every long stride he took. It was like watching the grim reaper stalking towards them down the dim hall, the warm tones of the torch flames doing nothing to counter the harsh coldness emitting off him. She’d never felt more like a dear, watching dumbly as he stopped in front of them with a deep scowl set in his face as his eyes danced over each of them.

“So.” Professor Snape’s scowl lifted into a relaxed look of triumph, seeing as his effort to catch them turned out to be no effort at all. “Potters. My office.” He turned on his heels and led the way down the hall.

Heather and Harry looked at each other, wishing they had whatever twin telepathy Fred and George had so they could get their stories straight. As they walked, Harry motioned at their hands covered in mud and started wiping them clean. Heather did the same as she thought. Technically they could just say they were playing tag or something, and that was why they seemed so sweaty and out of breath… Do wizard children play tag? She and Harry certainly didn’t but maybe it’d still be believable if she said it.

They walked down the dungeon stairs and turned a corner into Professor Snape’s office. She had already grown comfortable to the threatening atmosphere of the room, having been inside only a thousand times asking countless questions – half of which were always answered with ‘Leave my office and ask again next year’ – but by Harry’s face she knew how intimidating it really felt to be in here.

The fireplace was half lit, casting everything in a dim green light, accentuating the sliminess of things stuffed in jars and mounted above his desk. She could never tell if the room was round or square or if there were any doors inside the room; there was never enough light to tell. The only well-lit area was his desk with the dozens of candles floating around and set on books and inside jars or stuffed in the necks of old and empty tall glass bottles.

They walked up to the only chairs centered in the room and looked at him as he stood in front of his desk with a small smile.

“Sit,” he ordered them.

They sat, waiting for him to take his own seat behind his desk but he remained standing, towering over them a few feet away.

“I’ve just heard the strangest story,” he began, speaking casually as if they were long-time friends. “Mr. Malfoy has just told me of his strange experience by the Shrieking Shack.”

Heather swallowed.

“See, he had run into Weasley – apparently alone – and was standing talking to him – ”

Heather looked over at Harry, watching as his lips moved to say something, probably wanting to say Draco had been teasing Ron about his family, but he remained silent.

“When a large amount of mud hit the back of his head.” Professor Snape paused for a few seconds. “How do you think that could have happened?”

Heather kept her mouth shut and glanced at Harry who looked very surprised.

“I don’t know, Professor.” Harry looked very innocently back at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape’s calm demeanor slowly drained as his eyes bore into Harry. “Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition… Can you imagine what it might have been?” His eyes turned to Heather’s.

Heather shook her head. “No.”

“It was a floating head,” he said sharply. “Your head. Mr. Potter.”

Heather and Harry stayed silent for a long while. An uncomfortable long while. Professor Snape seemed to be waiting for them to give up, give in, he had them cornered and there was no escaping Draco’s very factual story.

Heather took a breath and before she could speak, Harry’s words cut the silence.

“He ought to go see Madam Pomfrey, if he’s seeing things like – ”

Professor Snape leaned in. “What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade?” he asked softly. “Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade – No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade. So how had your head made it there?”

“Professor – ” Heather started, ready to plead guilty and beg for anything but expulsion.

“We know all that,” Harry cut in quickly. “It seems like Malfoy’s having hallucin – ”

“Malfoy is not having hallucinations!” Professor Snape snarled. He bent down and placed a hand on each arm of Harry’s chair so that his face was a foot away from Harry’s. “If your head was in Hogsmeade… then so was the rest of you.”

She knew they had been defeated and caught. There was no way they were getting out of this one. He knew Harry had been there and if they kept up their ignorance then the punishment would only get worse. “Prof – ”

“I was in Gryffindor Tower,” Harry interrupted her again. “You told us to go to our common rooms and – ”

“Can anyone confirm?” Professor Snape slowly turned to her as well, triumph back on his face. “And you? Can anyone confirm you were in the common room or even inside the castle while Mr. Potter’s head was floating about Hogsmeade?”

“No,” she sighed.

Professor Snape straightened and his thin lips curled into a smile. “So. Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep the famous Potters safe from Sirius Black. A murderer who has been spotted in the area and has already attempted an attack on one of you… Except the famous Potters follow no laws or rules. They let the ordinary people worry about their safety. Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants, with no regard for consequences – And of course where would he be without his most devoted follower.”

Heather’s face went red and she looked away. She felt the bag of ingredients under her sweater and counted the bottles, trying to calm down. He was trying to provoke them, make them admit their guilt. She had wanted to give in already, but now her anger melted her lips shut and her throat closed.

“You’ve no proof.” Harry sat up again in his chair. “Just because Malfoy Hallucinates my head in Hogsmeade doesn’t mean I was in – ”

Professor Snape looked down at him. “How extraordinarily like your father.”

Heather and Harry looked up at him suddenly, blinking with true surprise.

His eyes glinted at their intense attention on him. “Your father was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us. As you do, Potter.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. Heather’s stomach felt like stone, heavy and cold.

“He too strutted ‘round the place with his friends and admirers at his heels – The resemblance between you is uncanny.”

Harry’s resemblance to their father had always been mentioned with praise, but Heather could see a deep hurt setting in. Harry was no longer looking innocently astounded that such a tale could have been spun about him from Malfoy. His eyebrows were pulled in and the distant green flames of the office danced on his eyes.

“Our dad didn’t strut. And neither do I.”

Professor Snape looked at them and shook his head slightly. “Your father didn’t set much store by rules either.” His words dripped from his mouth like venom.

Heather glared at him. If there was anything she hated more than hearing good things about her parents… it was hearing awful things about them. The rocks in her stomach had disappeared, replaced by a deep and hungry pit that fed on her anger. She was mad there was no one here to defend her father. Mad that she felt the responsibility was on her. According to the world, their father had been amazing, and funny, and talented, and loved… and here Snape was painting a very opposite picture. One she hated thinking about more. It gave her father flaws, something that made him feel infinitely more real and alive than anything good he’d been before. He was feeling real… too real.

Snape’s thin face was full of malice and spite. “Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup winners. His head was so swollen – ”

“SHUT UP!”

Harry was on his feet, hands clenched, mouth open – except the words had not come from him.

Snape’s dark eyes were glaring at Heather dangerously. His teeth were bared as his upper lip curled up in a snarl. “What did you say? Potter?”

Harry was still staring at her in disbelief and she stood with him. Tears were streaming down her face and she could feel her hands shaking. “I said shut up about our father.”

Harry turned back to Snape. “You’ve no right to say what you’re saying. We know the truth – Dumbledore told us. You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for our dad!”

Snape had gone the palest Heather had ever seen him.

He stared at them rigidly and slowly his black eyes focused and the small bit of color returned to his skin. He let out a harsh and shaky breath. “And,” he whispered, “did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life? Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for the Potters’ sensitive ears?”

The room was silent, except for the quiet crackle of the logs in the fireplace, and the occasional drip of candle wax onto books.

“No,” Heather whispered.

He took a step and stood directly in front of both of them. “Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Your father selflessly coming to my rescue? Let me correct you – your saintly father and his dear friends played a highly amusing joke on me. One that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t finally come to his senses at the last possible moment. There’s nothing brave in him saving his own skin. Had their joke succeeded, him and his friends would have gotten expelled… and worse.”

Heather’s forehead hurt from frowning. She relaxed her face and wiped her tears away with the palms of her hand. She stared at her tears and sniffed. She was done with Snape’s cruel tactics and whatever he gained from ruining the memory of their father. She could no longer feel her stomach, or the anger that had been boiling in her veins. She didn’t feel sad. She felt empty. And all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep and forget she ever heard anything about their parents.

She sniffed and turned, taking a few steps towards the door.

“I haven’t dismissed you, Potter.”

Heather stopped walking.

“Both of you, turn out your pockets,” Snape spat suddenly.

Heather walked back and turned out her skirt pockets, showing the empty white cloth and a small bag of coins that she placed on his desk. Harry swallowed and placed his Zonko’s bag of tricks and the Marauder’s map next to Heather’s coin bag.

Snape picked up the Zonko’s bag.

“Ron gave those to me last time he went to Hogsmeade.”

“Indeed? How sentimental of you to be carrying them ever since.” He picked up the bag of coins and shook them. “And what would you be needing money for?”

“They were just left in my skirt from – ”

“The last time you were in Hogsmeade?” Snape picked up the map.

Heather glanced at Harry who looked confidently relaxed.

“And what is this?”

Harry shrugged. “Just a spare bit of parchment. For essays. You’ve assigned a lot.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed and stayed on Harry as he spoke. “This parchment is too old to hold much ink… Why don’t I give you newer parchment… and throw this one away for you?” His hand moved towards the green fire.

“Don’t!” Harry blurted out.

A twisted grin appeared on Snape’s face. “So. Are you going to tell me this is another treasured gift from Mr. Weasley? And not some sort of letter… or instructions written in invisible ink? With directions on how to get into Hogsmeade without passing the dementors?”

Heather swallowed. “There’s no way to not pass the dementors. And Professor Dumbledore has secured the whole castle so how could there be instructions for that?”

Snape’s eyes gleamed. “Why don’t we find out?” He spread out the map and took out his wand. “Let me see… Reveal your secret!” He tapped the map but it remained blank. “Show yourself!” He tapped again but nothing changed.

Heather was starting to feel less and less numb as dread took over. This was the proof he needed to prove they had been in Hogsmeade. She hoped endlessly that the Marauders had thought of teachers trying to reveal their map. Just because Mr. Filch hadn’t been able to did not mean Snape couldn’t, or wouldn’t make it his mission to find out the secrets to Harry’s ‘treasured’ old bit of parchment.

“Professor Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield information you conceal!” Snape hit the center of the map with his wand.

Harry snickered but his amusement turned to horror as words appeared on the surface of the map, letter by letter.

‘Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.’

Heather stared at the words in alarm. The terror continued as more words appeared, one mark at a time.

‘Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.’

The words just kept appearing.

‘Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.’

Heather’s knees buckled and she sat back down on her chair. Harry covered his eyes with his hands as the map wrote out more.

‘Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.’

Snape was frozen in place, staring at the words. Heather imagined this would all be very hilarious in the far future, if Harry and her could manage to walk out of his office alive.

“So…” Snape said softly. He strode to his fire and grabbed a fistful of powder from a jar on the fireplace and threw it into the fire. The powder glittered in the air and popped as it reached the flames, turning them a lighter green. “Lupin! A word!” Snape yelled at the wild flames.

Harry sat in his chair and both Heather and him stared as a shape appeared in the fire. Moments later Professor Lupin was stepping out of the fireplace, brushing ash from his mustache.

“You wanted a word, Severus?”

Snape’s face was contorted with fury as he stepped back to his desk and pointed at the map. “I have just had the Potters empty their pockets and he was carrying THIS.”

The words were still shinning as if freshly inked. Professor Lupin glanced down and nodded.

“Well?” Snape waited.

Professor Lupin looked like he was reading over the map but he was taking far longer than necessary.

“Well.” Snape repeated. “This is evidently full of Dark Magic. Which is your area of expertise, is it not? Lupin? Where do you imagine he got such a thing?”

Professor Lupin gave a controlled chuckle. “You really think this is full of Dark Magic? It looks as if it is merely an old bit of parchment charmed to insult anyone who reads it. Does that really seem dangerous, Severus? Seems childish to me. I would guess Harry’s gotten it from a joke shop. Perhapse Zonko’s – ”

“A joke shop? You believe he has gotten this from a joke shop and not from the manufacturers themselves?” Snape’s jaw went rigid with anger as Professor Lupin smiled amusedly.

Heather didn’t know what was going on or what Snape was talking about, as apparently neither did Professor Lupin.

“Harry, Heather, do any of you know these… ‘Wormtails’ or whoever these men are?”

Heather and Harry shook their heads.

“Now you see, Severus. This must clearly be from Zonko’s.” Professor Lupin leaned on Snape’s desk and waited for him to say anything else.

There was a loud THUMP and the office door swung open. Several jars shook and clinked from the commotion and Ron came running in, out of breath. Ron Stopped next to Professor Lupin and huffed.

“I – gave – Harry – and Heather – that stuff.” Ron took another deep breath. “Bought it… In Zonko’s – ages ago…”

Heather felt the sudden need to laugh and held it in. Harry did his best not to look at Ron too cheerfully and they both held in their astonished faces, making sure to look utterly unamused, as if the world’s dullest mystery was finally solved.

“Well,” Professor Lupin clapped his hand to Ron’s back. “Thank’s so much for clearing this whole mess up, Mr. Weasley. Now let’s get out of Professor Snape’s hair, shall we?” He took the map and folded it into his robes, “Severus, you won’t be needing that will you?” He turned and faced the three of them. “Harry, Heather, Ron. A word about the vampire essays I’ve assigned to you – Good rest of your day, Severus – ”

Heather and Harry stood and were herded out of Snape’s office without a glance back. They walked out of the dungeon and remained silent until they made it to the entrance hall. Harry stopped and turned to Professor Lupin, who paused before turning to him as well.

“Professor, I’m – ”

Professor Lupin held up his hand. “No explanations.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “I know that Mr. Filch had confiscated this many years ago. I know what it really is. I’ve no idea how you have ended up with it but I am truly shocked that you never turned it in. Especially after the last time a student left information lying around the castle… I won’t be handing this back to either of you.”

Heather nodded. “Did… you or Snape know Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, or Prongs?”

Professor Lupin sighed. “They were well known… somewhat. Now, I won’t be covering for any of you next time. You two may not take Sirius Black seriously, but I would have thought you two understood the sacrifices your parents made to keep you both safe… Sneaking off and putting yourselves in danger are poor ways to repay them.” He looked away from them and walked up the stairs.

Ron, Harry, and Heather stood awkwardly at the foot of the stairs. Heather was less so hurt by his words than by the fact her new favorite teacher likely thought they were childish and selfish and reckless with their lives.

“I’m sorry. I kept trying to convince you to two to go to Hogsmeade. It’s my fault.” Ron crossed his arms over his chest and kicked at the dirt.

Heather put her hand on his arm. “It’s not your fault… or not JUST your fault. I knew we shouldn’t have gone but I had things to buy.”

“And I went knowing I shouldn’t’ve. We don’t blame you at all.” Harry started up the stairs.

They followed him up, all deciding to skip dinner, and walked up to Gryffindor Tower in silence. Heather was about to say goodbye to them when she noticed Hermione walking down the stairs towards them holding a letter.

Ron frowned at her. “Come to gloat? Don’t bother telling on us, we’ve already been told off by Snape and Lupin.”

Hermione ignored him and looked at Harry and Heather. “I thought you’d like to know… Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed.” She held up the tear stained letter and walked back up to the portrait hole, stepping inside.

The three of them stared at the letter, recognizing the giant tears of Hagrid.

“We should have helped more,” Ron whispered.

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emergencymanagement · 4 years ago

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there are so many plot holes in Peter’s betrayal IT’S INSANE

okay! hello! can I just rant for a minute? I’m writing a fic that spans from the beginning of the marauders’ years at Hogwarts to Remus and Sirius’ last days together and I’m trying to lay down the timeline of the first war right now, and

nothing! about! jk rowling’s plot! makes! sense!

(apologies in advance for spelling mistakes I’m drunk and tired, but let’s gO)

Problem 1: The Potters

JK has two conflicting timelines of when the Potters go into hiding:

Timeline 1:

the Potters go into hiding immediately after Lily becomes pregnant

this means they went into hiding around October 1979 and stayed in hiding for two years until they died in October 1981

that’s a long ass time! a loooooong ass time! you’re telling me they were locked in their house for two years?? that means they only served in the Order for a little over a year which makes no sense because...

Problem 1: Somebody took a photo of the Order in July of 1981 and James and Lily were in it. Why would they have left their newborn baby at home (or taken him with them!) to go to Order headquarters and take a photo for an organization they hadn’t been a part of for almost two years?

Problem 2: In Lily’s letter to Sirius, written around August of 1981, a month after the photo was taken, she reports being in hiding and says that James is starting to get antsy not being able to go anywhere which implies they JUST went into hiding and are still getting used to being stuck in the house

Timeline 2:

Based on all the information above, the Potters must have gone into hiding early to mid-July in 1981, after the Order photo was taken and before Harry’s birthday on July 31st (Lily mentions in her letter that Harry celebrated his first birthday in hiding). This would make sense because if Peter was already working for Voldemort (which Sirius claims he was in POA) then it wouldn’t take him very long to betray them to Voldy, and so them being in hiding for only three months before they were killed is very reasonable. So this timeline that I’ve just described must be J.K.’s second timeline, right?? that would make sense, right? WRONG. Nothing makes sense in this world, you fool.

timeline two ACTUALLY says that the Potters had to go into hiding “at the time of Harry’s christening”

which like?? what??? his christening? okay. I guess Lily was devoutly religious because Christianity sure didn’t seem to be a big thing among the purebloods (what this reads like to me, though, is another example of JK Rowling trying to weirdly inject Christianity into the Harry Potter books while ignoring all other religions, but that’s for another time) ((fyi I have no issues with Christianity or blending religion and fantasy but her usage of it is odd and noncommittal))

christenings usually happen anywhere from a few weeks to six months after the baby’s birth depending on your sect, situation, e.t.c

this would mean that the Potters went into hiding around late summer-early fall of 1980

THIS would mean that the cast the Fidelius charm for a year before their death

this seems more likely than the first scenario, but all of the problems listed above with the picture and the inconsistencies in the letter are still present

On top of that, Sirius claims that Peter was a spy for a year before the Potters’ death. This would mean that Peter secretly joined Voldemort at almost exactly the same time the Potters went under the Fidelius charm. Admittedly, the Potter family being directly threatened and going into hiding seems like a solid catalyst for Peter noping-the-fuck-out of the Order and secretly becoming a spy. He probably partially joined the Order because all of his friends were doing it (James especially) and so seeing James being forced into hiding was probably a huge shock for him. Also, at this point, the Death Eaters were winning, and he was most definitely shitting himself over that. So. Yes. Timeline works there.

BUT! then why did it take Peter a year to give the Potters up? It seems (although there’s some wiggle room) like they didn’t switch secret keepers, rather made it seem like Sirius was the secret keeper publicly while Peter was secretly the real secret keeper. In this scenario, Peter either would have had to willfully withhold this information from Voldy himself for almost year, which is kind of a dangerous move coming from a coward, or he told Voldemort the minute he was made secret keeper and for some reason Voldemort didn’t do ANYTHING ABOUT IT FOR A YEAR. Does Voldemort have really bad procrastination issues? Did he just forget that there’s a baby that’s threatening his very existence out there somewhere?

This leaves one last plausible option: something happened that made them switch secret-keepers last minute, and Peter did not become secret keeper until shortly before the Potters’ death. This is not what Pottermore or the books imply, but it’s what makes the most sense. We’ll come back to this option in problem 3 which is all about secret keepers, but for now let’s talk about the prophecy that made all of this come to be...

Problem 2: The Prophecy

Dumbledore says that the prophecy was made in 1980 “shortly before [Harry’s] birth” on a “cold, wet night”.

I think that anything below 50 Fahrenheit/10 Celsius can be considered cold, so according to this map of temperatures in the Scottish Highlands:

(okay... yes... I see it too... perhaps the climate map of the Scottish Highlands is taking things a bit too far. But I’m trying to make a point, okay!!)

Trelawney could have conceivably given Dumbledore the prophecy anywhere from late March - early June. There’s some wiggle room there, but I’d place my bets on it happening somewhere in the spring based on the weather and timing. This means that Trelawney made the prophecy a year and a half before Voldemort was finally able to kill the Potters. So what took Voldemort so long? Let’s break it down.

We know that Snape overheard the prophecy and brought it to Voldemort. From there Voldemort decided to kill Harry not Neville because Harry was a half-blood like himself, Snape went back to Dumbledore and offered himself as a double agent in exchange for Lily’s protection, and Voldemort reportedly spent “months searching” for the Potters until he found their whereabouts and discovered they were using a Fidelius charm. Then “WITHIN A WEEK OF BEING NAMED SECRET KEEPER” Peter betrayed them and Voldemort was able to enter the Potters’ home. The implications of this are too ridiculously convoluted to get into, but I’ll hit the stuff that makes me want to scream:

Option 1: Snape Tells Voldy Immediately After He Hears the Prophecy

In this scenario, we only have a few months accounted for. Voldemort finds out about prophecy, searches for a few months, finds the Potters, kills them. Makes sense, right? Bing, bang, boom. Very efficient. Except no. He knew for a year and a half, so what was he doing with allll of that extra time? Discovering the joys of muggle television? Completing a 5,000 piece crossword puzzle? Teaching Nagini to dance? Get on top of it, man. World domination is on the line. A few months is not a year and a half.

It’s also possible that the few months thing is wrong, and Voldemort was actually searching for the full year and a half. If Peter gave the Potters up within a week of becoming secret keeper, they should have been dead wayyy earlier! Like over a year earlier! Even if Sirius was the original secret keeper, and they switched mid-October of 1981, Peter would have still known where the Potters where and that they were under the Fidelius charm, information Voldemort didn’t know until shortly before he killed them. So why did Peter, who was already a spy at this point, fail to say anything? If Voldemort had found out Peter had willfully withheld information, he surely would have killed him. That thought alone should have been enough to make Peter come to him immediately considering how terrified Peter has always been of dying.

Option 2: Snape Sort of Drags His Feet with the Whole Thing

okay so maybe Snape didn’t tell the dark lord immediately. Maybe he knew what this would mean for Lily and was terrified. Maybe he debated for a long time whether it would be safer for Lily if he kept the information to himself or if he told the dark lord and begged him to spare her (fuck the baby, am I right?)

STILL this is a big risk for Snape. No one really wants to piss of Voldemort and saying, “heyyyy big man, I’ve actually known that there’s a super baby that can kill you for like a year, and I didn’t tell you about it because I was scared, but don’t be mad” is not an A+ move. Seems like Voldemort might be kind of mad. Seems like he might even kill you. It seems unlikely to me that Snape would wait that long, but I guesssss it’s possible.

NO MATTER WHAT there are so many conflicts in this timeline. Everything conflicts with everything else, especially the timeline of the secret keeper which is wholly dependent on the other two fucked-up timelines we just discussed, so without further ado...

Problem 3: The Secret Keeper

so WHY not just make Sirius the secret keeper? That’s the question of the century. If the secret keeper can only break the Fidelius charm voluntarily--meaning torturing or imperius-ing them can’t force it out--and Sirius, in his own words, “would have died rather than betray [James]” then WHY NOT JUST HAVE SIRIUS BE THE SECRET KEEPER AND BE DONE WITH IT LADS

Well here’s Pottermore’s (sigh) answer:

“The answer is that Sirius wanted to deflect attention from the real Secret-Keeper. He probably hoped Voldemort would go after him so he could steer attention away from Pettigrew. If all had gone to plan, Voldemort may never have known Sirius was not the Secret-Keeper – but even if he’d discovered the bluff, Voldemort’s pursuit of Sirius would have given the Potters and Pettigrew time to regroup.”

Okay... so Sirius wanted to deflect attention from the real secret keeper... and have the Death Eaters come after him instead... but this still explains nothing because whether Sirius is or is not the secret keeper, the Death Eaters are coming after him regardless, and if he knows that he would rather die than betray James and Lily, why risk letting anyone else carry the secret? In other words, why did he trust Peter more than himself?

The only answer I can think of is that something happened that made Sirius stop trusting himself. For some reason, he felt that the Death Eaters had something on him that might make him break. Sirius’ defining quality is his undying, self-sacrificial loyalty to the people he loves, so it’s a massive deal that he doubted his own ability to be loyal to James, Lily, and Harry. This goes entirely against his character, so something must have happened that was not mentioned in the books. Unless we change his entire character, there’s a HUGE missing piece here.

(I am keeping this a mainly wolfstar-free post because it’s just about the plotting of the books, but I think it’s interesting to explore how the Death Eaters could have threatened to torture/kill Remus to try to try to make Sirius break. That’s literally the only scenario I can imagine that would make Sirius doubt his ability to be loyal to the Potters--if he had to choose between killing James and killing Remus. Anyways. That’s really dark. Let’s move on.)

Problem 4: Peter

Okay so now we’re past the actual event of Peter’s betrayal and hopping ahead to after James and Lily died.

Why did Peter remain a rat for 12 years?

Pros of Remaining a Rat:

the wizarding world can go on thinking you’re dead and thinking your best friend is guilty of 13 murders

the Death Eaters who think you wanted Voldemort to die at Godric’s Hollow also think you’re dead and aren’t going to be up in your business

someone feeds you

life is simple (if you ignore the many lives weighing on your conscience and the ultimate degradation of your soul)

Cons of Remaining a Rat:

you’re a rat

no one likes you

you have to watch out for mouse traps

you live in a house with Fred and George and probably fear for your life every waking moment

no seriously I think these are big cons

Other Options If You’ve Murdered Your Best Friends and Are a Rat:

go live with the muggles. seriously. there must be a muggle village somewhere without wizards (there aren’t that many wizards) where you can BE A HUMAN. Even if you do run into a wizard, they probably won’t immediately recognize you, and if they do, you can turn into a rat, run away, and go live with the millions of rats of the world

go to space?

no, I mostly just wanted to make that first point

It’s also possible he remained a rat because, as Sirius said, he was “keeping an ear out for news [...] Just in case [his] old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him.” This definitely is possible, but if I had to choose between maybe living a life as a human and living as a rat in case a guy who totally seems dead comes back, I’d try to be a human. Plus, Peter could live with muggles and still keep up with wizard news.

Problem 5?: Sirius’ Escape

Admittedly, this problem isn’t that big. I still find it a bit weird though.

When Sirius recollects his escape to Harry he says:

If all Sirius had to do to escape Azkaban was to slip out the door when the dementors brought him food, why did he wait twelve years?? yes, okay, he was a universally wanted man and people would have immediately started hunting for him, but Sirius is fucking smart. Dude became an animagi (something only seven other people had done that century) when he was fif-fucking-teen and was considered to be a genius by almost everyone who knew him. Surely he could have hacked it on his own for awhile until he made it to Remus or Dumbledore** and was able to convince them that Peter had been the real secret keeper. And yeah! It may not have worked. In fact, even if Sirius did convince Remus it hadn’t been him, they’re still kind of fucked either way. Worst case scenario, though, Sirius just gets sent back to Azkaban. It’s not like they could have extended his already life-long sentence. I feel like you could argue the merits or disadvantages of running away from Azkaban until you’re blue in the face, but the bottom line is Sirius is a reckless, impulsive, chaotic human being who hates to be told what to do and hates to be made useless and has no qualms risking everything if it seems worth it. So why wasn’t even a brief glimmer of freedom worth it? The only reason I can think of is that Sirius was so destroyed by Peter’s betrayal and the Potters’ death that he didn’t really think it was worth living at all.

ALSO, one last thing, why is it so fuckin’ easy to escape Azkaban? All you have to do is slip out the door and do some swimming? Someone should have done that years ago!

**okay admittedly Dumbledore probably didn’t care about exonerating Sirius and actually found it quite convenient that he was in Azkaban because it meant Harry had no adult looking out for him, but Sirius didn’t know that, and probably still thought Dumbledore cared somewhat for his wellbeing because they worked so closely in the Order (but this is totally conjecture idk)

anyways, point is:

HOW CAN YOU FAIL TO PLOT THE CORNERSTONE OF YOUR ENTIRE SERIES SO SPECTACULARLY?? THIS IS YOUR JOB. THIS IS YOUR LIVELIHOOD.

If you have any thoughts, answers, or if you simply wish to scream in frustration with me, please add them on!

#pls don't judge the pure obsessiveness of this I just went on Thanksgiving break and my city is on full lockdown and I have 2 much time #marauders headcanon #harry potter plot holes #marauders era rp #sirius black #peter pettigrew #the potters #mwpp era #mine #ahhhhh!

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theissuewithred · 5 years ago

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On Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, and being Trans

TW: mention of death, suicide, suicidal thoughts, self harm, transphobia, swearing (just cause i know some people don’t like it)

if anything is uncomfy for you to read, i’m really sorry, this is just my own opinion and the best way for me to explain it.

for my ADHD and autistic followers/anyone who has trouble reading long posts like this one, i’m gonna summarize everything in the last paragraph if you want to know what i said. I’ll also limit any potentially triggering stuff in that last paragraph.

Pretty much everybody in the potterhead community knows what has been going on with JK Rowling and her extremely transphobic comments that she has made over the years. I’m not exactly active in the online community, but i’m definitely a reaaaaally big fan of the books, and when I learned what Rowling had said, I had a lot of trouble processing it (which is why it’s taken me so long to post this.)

My mental health has never been great. I’ve pretty much always had to deal with some form of depression and anxiety, and while for a good chunk of my childhood i was pretty okay, my mental health took a huge nosedive when i was about 10 or 11. my great grandparents both died around that time, and i was really lucky to know them and i had been really close with them. it’s been years and i still don’t know how to manage the grief from their deaths. them dying was basically pushed me over the edge and what threw The Big Sad in my face.

I didn’t know that it was okay to talk about what was going on, so gradually I got worse and worse until I was starting to have thoughts of self harm and suicide. I did end up cutting a couple of times. It really sucked.

And then I read the Harry Potter books.

Lemme tell ya, I dove headfirst into the books. I couldn’t stop reading them, I think i read the full series in about two months? And then I just read them all over again, constantly disappearing into them.

Harry Potter gave me a world I could disappear into, a place where I could cast spells and brew potions, and a place where everything felt completely okay! When I read the books I didn’t want to hurt myself, i didn’t think about how easy it would be to just end it all. It was fucking magical!!

I made a ton of friends off these books, I met my first girlfriend because of these books! (she was wearing marauders map leggings in choir and i promptly started questioning my sexuality) Harry Potter brought me back to life, and without Harry Potter I would not be writing this post right now. I’d be six feet under, buried in Champlain, NY next to a bunch of dead people I’ve never met with a very christian headstone. (gotta love catholic grandparents *finger guns* *cries internally*)

I started getting a bit better, I still deal with self harm a bit but luckily i’m not suicidal. i figured out that i’m nonbinary and pretty fuckin gay. I no longer am dating the girl in the marauders map leggings (which is a story i’ll share at some other time), and i’m doing mostly okay. I would say completely okay but Rowling just HAD to be transphobic.

When i found out about what Rowling had said, I was really confused. This is the woman who wrote a series about love and acceptance, and she doesn’t love and accept people who are trans? I thought for a moment that I must be wrong, that it must be some big joke. But by that point to much was out proving me otherwise. I thought that I would have to distance myself from this fandom, stop loving the books. But to be honest? I can’t. I can’t cut these books out of my life. Harry Potter kept me going when nothing else could. When i’m having a really bad day (mental health wise) I still pick up the books and read them all again. They mean too much.

JK Rowling should never had said what she did. She never should have told us that we don’t count, that we are predators or freaks. The Trans community is so beautiful and I’m so proud to be a part of it. Rowling's transphobia is such bullshit and I wish I could still see her as I used too, but I can’t and that hurts so much. I don’t really know how to put into words how much it hurts me.

⚡ ADHD/autistic/can’t read long stuff fam, start here!! ⚡

I’m not going to leave the fandom. Rowling has been and will likely continue to be very transphobic. It hurts to know that the woman who wrote the books that saved my life will never accept me for who i am and will hate me for just wanting to be myself. But these books mean way too much to me for me to stop reading them. I’m not going to stop reblogging fanart and reading fics and obsessively analyzing the movies for new easter eggs. I’m still going to go see all the Fantastic Beasts movies as they come out. But I am not, in any way, going to continue to idolize and blindly support JK Rowling. She may have created something beautiful, but these books? They belong to us.

I don’t think I can write anymore without getting irrationally angry/crying so i’m gonna stop now. if anyone actually reads this, feel free to add on to it.

Happy pride month everyone!

Mischief Managed.

#JKRowling #joanne kathleen rowling #harry potter #hp #potterhead #nonbinary #queer #trans pride #happy pride 🌈#love each other!!#please?#trans #nonbinary pride #rita skeeter is trans and no one can change my mind #okay bye

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 5 years ago

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Thoughts/ Background The Deathly Hallows Part One

We get this first look at the new regime. If something were ever done like a fanfiction where Muggles did find out, you could copy this speech word for word, and it would have the same effect.

We see the Muggle family murdered, and then you see

Harry looked out that window countless times to see his “family” leaving on trips or outings without him, but this is one that he can’t take with him, no matter what.

To be fair, Voldemort would torture the Dursleys for fun merely because of what they are.

This just seemed out of character for Petunia. She hasn’t talked about Lily in anything but derogatory terms for years, and then suddenly she’s “my sister”. Please. Then again, the shock of being forced out of her home, with her family, but without Harry, the special one, like Lily was might have triggered some old memories. We never really learned what the whole relationship between these women were especially when they were older. I just don’t care for Petunia overly much. Dudley, on the other hand, exhibits some potential.

This is also a nod to the books, Mr. Weasley here isn’t merely tinkering with his workshop, but fashioning a way for his family to communicate with one another, and for others to communicate with the Order when things get bad. He is planning ahead.

Hermione had to do something here that most people, one, wouldn’t have had the skill to do properly, and two, would have been incredibly hard on them. She vanished all thoughts of her from her parents minds. She took a very logical step and executed it for the safety of her parents. She did what was necessary, and her logical brain made that possible.

Snape just blows through the wards around the Dark Lords home because he is a bad ass. Then the look on his face when he sees Charity Burbage is just heart wrenching. You can think of any number of backstory for these two that you want. But she specifically refers to Severus as her friend. Not her co-worker.

The Malfoy’s are not amused. This is the stiff upper lip of the aristocracy, and also, the fact that they are both extremely uncomfortable and frightened.

The only thing Pius is thinking is, “Don’t let the snake eat me. Don’t let the snake eat me.”

A wizard or witches wand is one of the most important things to them. It is an extension of their body. They have it since they turn eleven. It is always beside them, and to use another person’s wand is both extremely intimate and vile when you consider taking this extension of someone away.

How Snape looks at her….. He shows his emotions on his face as much as Draco in this scene for me. He might have perfected that frightening teacher gambit because his emotions are so full and available on his face. He perfected that scary act because he couldn’t have people looking at him for too long or else they would see everything.

Harry packs up nothing from this room. He has Hedwig and his trunk, presumably.

He looks in his cupboard one more time. The place where he spent so many years. The toy soldiers are still there. The sword here in the toy’s hand looks like a wand.

Love Mad-Eye

I’m sorry, but you can’t even see the scarring on Bill’s face. That always pissed me off. He is shown for four minutes maybe in this movie, they could have made him look like he did in the books, truly ravaged.

Tonk’s pregnancy. Another nod to book readers.

Hermione is sneaking up on him while Mad-Eye talks to Harry. She is eyeing him as Harry is preparing to monologue.

Mr. Weasley is guarding the doorway just in case behind Fred and George.

Harry knows this is serious, but still can’t hide his fascination here.

Tonks is calming Remus in the background because he knows that they all are about to undertake something that could be very dangerous.

“I know Ginny was lying about that tattoo.” Another nod to the books. I love these. I live for them in this movie and in the next one.

Harry lets Hedwig out to fly one more time. He probably thought that she would go off without him, and meet him at the Burrow, but animals are so receptive that she stuck by her friend because she knew that something was off.

Sirius, in a very real way, brought Harry to Pivet Drive, rescuing him from people still loyal to the Dark Lord, and then Sirius’ bike takes him away, and rescues him from the Dark Lord.

Hagrid takes the bike to a Muggle road where they could in theory hide in plain sight, just like Harry did at the Dursleys.

That must have been one powerful stunner to knock Hagrid, the half giant out.

Do we ever really get this phenomenon explained fully? Why Harry’s wand acted of its own accord, and defended himself against Voldemort? Is that because of the twin cores? Because Voldemort was using someone else’s wand.

Mrs. Weasley is such a strong character. To have to stay home, and take up the position of watcher and waiter and potential triage if help is needed. It took almost more courage to stay behind then it took to go.

Why did Mundungus flip? What offer was made for him to be swayed to the other side. He is old enough to have lived during the first war he would have known what it was like back then.

Mr. Weasley must be having some serious flashbacks right now about losing someone. He was married to Molly who lost both of her brothers in the first war. They were twins, and now his twin son has just been injured. I wonder how close the four of them were? Odd purebloods who wanted to fight against the oncoming horde. Did they house them or the Marauders at one point in time? Did Arthur provide cover for them? This is why we need the thing, and so, I did THE THING if you would like me to send you some of the thing, message me.

Harry is presenting some very valid points here. They need to get going, but Ron is showing some rationality here that is uncommon for Gryffindors. He is saying, “Let’s take a second, and try to think this through.” A vast contrast from what happens later on.

The Burrow looks more modern and less cluttered in this movie compared to the second. Then again, this is after the fire in the sixth film, and thus, in theory, they have lost a lot of their possessions. Things would look differently.

Ginny is a minx, and I love it. “You ain’t gonna pay attention to me? You really think so?”

Harry is changing his tune about weddings after he sees Ginny in that dress.

George winks at them!!!! That always kills me. Before he gives Harry the “Older brother” look.

George two seconds later, “I’m going to get a commendation.”

The deluminator finally making another appearance.

As a bookworm, I can think of no better gift then someone who loves books giving me an annotated copy of their favorite book.

I like that the fact that the sword of Godric Gryffindor can come out of the sorting hat seems to be common knowledge.

They have guards outside of the tent.

Hagrid and Madam Maxime.

Is that Fleur and Bill’s cake behind Hermione? Or something else?

Nice close up of the symbol.

If that is the cake, I feel like it probably does something spectacular to make it more grand.

You can see Mrs. Weasley behind Aunt Muriel being the fantastic mother of the groom making her rounds.

Death Eaters AK first, as questions never.

The waitress is me at work…. Lol if only we could wear air pods and block everything else out.

Harry, you know your girl Hermione has got your back.

Harry is very practical here. I don’t think he cares one way or another about whether these death eaters live or die.

Hermione is the best at spells is the same as saying she is the best at everything.

You can see Hermione having a flashback to her parents here.

Who created these wizarding laws? It would have Voldemort if they could have kept the trace on Harry. How do they enact these laws? Enforce them? What magic is used in their creation?

This is the first time that Harry has been back in Grimmauld Place since Sirius died. He goes to Sirius’ room first. I wonder why Mrs. Black did rid everything of Sirius’ presence from her house after he defected. Did she have some sort of hope that he would come back?

The nameplates on their doors are so different. Sirius’ is plain and boldfaced. Regulus’ is curvy and fluid, full name present.

Look at Grimmauld Place in Ootp and then look at it now. Mundungus robed the house blind. I wonder how he managed to make out with so much when Kreacher was there. Unless Kreacher was under some sort of enchantment to not harm any wizard in the household unless directed otherwise. It seems like something that house elves would be forced to comply with.

He calls him little master Regulus,,,,,,, I will never forgive the filmmakers for not letting the creatures have their final stand at Hogwarts in the movies like they did in the books.

Neville is just fed up with this bullshit. He’s a pureblood. He knows that he is too valuable to the new regime to incapacitate. But this still takes some guts.

The statue in the atrium has been replaced with wizards crushing the muggles and creatures.

The way that a corrupt regime tries to take over is by not only changing the narrative in the media, but by also changing the culture. They change the art and the books, the burn whatever they don’t like. They make you think that something has always been there even when it has just been replaced. Think 1984 by Orwell.

Umbridge is just so pleased with herself. She needs another vacay with the centaurs.

The way that Ron looks Hermione makes me want to sob. It is so beautiful.

Okay, how long in advance did Jk Rowling plan this series? It is not a surprise to me at all that she went ahead and is now writing the Cormoran Strike detective novels. Her mind works in deep layers of plot and intricasies of detail that I can barely fathom. She must have been planning this for years. To have the resurrection stone open not at touch, but when Harry puts it to his mouth because that is how he caught his first snitch in the first novel. This woman is a bloody genius, which is why I reading The Cormoan Strike novels and taking notes son, I’m not sleeping on this woman anymore.

Mundungus is sneaky, but Hermione is smart as shit. None of them are fooled by his idiot act.

I love Dobby. And Kreacher. Without these characters, the story of Harry Potter wouldn’t have been as good as it is.

When I watched this movie, I was like, dang!!! Of course, it is Umbridge.

These high ranking ministry officials are the definition of getting too comfortable. You really about to let yourself get abducted in broad daylight.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione taking out the trash.

What happens if a Muggle wanders into this bathroom? Or a Muggleborn who hasn’t got their Hogwarts letter yet? Do they think they are just taking a wee, and then get spat out at the Ministry of Magic? That would be quite the story.

I love that Harry and Ron don’t even question if this method of getting to the ministry is going to work or not. They just automatically stand in the toilet.

Also, the statue makes it seem like the Muggles are fighting one another. That would be something that Voldemort’s regime would want. They would want it to seem like the Muggles are low, petty creatures who would rather save their own skin then another of their kind. It would inspire a sense of community even subconsciously among those that saw it.

Poor Ron. Didn’t they research these people? They got two high ranking people, and then poor Reg Cattermole.

Where Ron gets out of the elevator. These office doors? Look almost like entrances to banks or crypt vaults. Very secure looking.

I know this is another actor acting like Harry, but that was a pure Harry Potter face when they saw Umbridge.

That pamphlet reads: Mudbloods and the dangers they pose. Perfect Pureblood Society./ They are mass producing propaganda.

I wish some mention of this being a WWW product could have been put out there.

Umbridge would be OCD. She is the type that needs to be in control of everything, and that would translate into her surroundings.

These books in Umbridge’s drawer look old. They don’t look freshly printed. And why would such a neat freak have old books in her desk? These might have been from the first war with Grindlewald. When Muggles attack. Mudbloods: How to spot them. These could easily be reworked into new propaganda. Umbridge is a racist who relies on “research” to assert her ideals.

Umbridged marked out Mad-Eye’s, Sirius’, and Dumbeldore’s faces in red ink like she was crossing something off of her grocery list.

Ron is this close to his dad, and yet, he can’t say anything to him. It might have led somewhat to him feeling like he does later on, and eventually heading out.

Ron and Arthur have the same sense of humor and I love it.

Arthur was ready to throw down with Runcore as Harry. Mr. Weasley gets a lot of flack for being soft, sweet Arthur, but he definitely has a side of steel when he thinks that he or someone in his family is being hurt.

The death eater trials seen back in Goblet of Fire were full of paperwork, trying truly to determine guilt or innocence. This trial, there are no witnesses, hardly any paper work, and no proper jury. Clearly a farce. Umbridge is judge and jury. She is absolutely horrid and I hate her.

Umbridge must get a serious tick anytime anyone says the word, “Lie”.

Ron is trying his best to get this lady understand that they are facing tough, unfair times. I hope that they took the advice and got the heck out of dodge.

Copies of Harry’s face hiding Harry’s face from view is amazing.

They land in such a calm looking place, but the reality is that everything has just got a heck of a lot harder. They have been forcibly evicted from Grimmauld Place, and now, one of their number seriously injured. Everything just went from bad to worse soon to be deplorable.

I like that Harry refers to Voldemort as Tom here. Saying, “You Know Who” makes it seem like he is far removed from the rest of humanity, but saying, “This belonged to Tom’s grandfather. This belonged to Tom himself.” That humanizes this monster like figure, both in that it makes it seem like he can be defeated, but also that, it makes it seem possible that he can be redeemed which seems to be what Harry at least attempts in the eighth film.

Harry just looks at Ron, like, “Yes, fucker, it does bother me.” It takes very little time for people to start turning.

Like, why didn’t they just tell Ron that they had a run in with snatchers. Shouldn’t he have been alerted to any new threats?

Are there really just miles of abandoned trailers somewhere like that?

Hermione is keeping the peace the best that she can, but she has a lot against her, the two fragile, male egos not the biggest concern.

I never liked this scene of them fighting each other in the woods. But it sort of turns that feeling of fighting for pretend or something to do to really trying to harm each other, and letting the resentment that the two men feel towards each other and towards other people come to the surface.

They cut the scene of Ron and Hermione skipping rocks out of the final version of the DVD, and I have always hated that because it is so cute.

When Ron leaves, Harry is truly terrified that he is going to hear two snaps of apparition, and that Hermione will leave him too.

She ties her scarf around the tree because she hopes that Ron will come back and see it. It reminds me of that, “Tie a yellow ribbon round an old oak tree…”

The contrast in the tent here between this tent in all its beige glory and the tent that was used in Goblet of Fire at the Quidditch World Cup is stark. One is clearly bright and fun, and this one, like their circumstances is just bleak.

I know that JK Rowling loves this scene, but I don’t. I always thought that it was out of place in this film. Hermione is just torn up because Ron, someone who she has deep, deep feelings for of friendship and something more has just left them, her, and Harry decides that now is a great time for a dance. And the way that Harry looks at her is just a little too personal for me. It feels like the end of the world. The only justificiation for that look that I can think of, is Harry is feeling so hurt by Ron that he intends to wreck what is left of their friendship before Ron can, and what faster way than ruining what Harry knows Ron feels for Hermione. That is a really dirty interpretation though, so, Idk. It’s better to think it is just an odd scene and odd acting on DR’s part.

I feel like Harry and Hermione had a renewed sense of determination to start getting stuff done since Ron left. They wanted to try and make progress, subconsciously thinking that somehow that might get them all back together. Work so you don’t think, maybe.

You can see the snow start to fall at the end of this scene, and then they apparate into a snow covered Godric’s Hollow.

I love Harry’s insistence that he is not going to polyjuice himself or anything like that because he wants this visit to Godric’s Hollow to be authentic.

The Peverell tombstone, a nod to the books that I don’t think gets fully explained in the films.

So, Nagini is a horcrux. Nagini was once a person. Nagini is a snake and Voldemort’s familiar. Now, we know that animals can be transformed into goblets and plates or whatever, but animals can be transfigured into a person? That’s what happened here with Bagshot, right?

Bathilda Bagshot straight up had a blue steel picture of young Grindlewald in her house. And I don’t blame her. This version of Grindlewald is far superior.

Skeeter’s book, another nod to the book.

She is speaking parseltongue , but Harry only hears English. This is where, us, the viewers, promptly start freaking out.

Harry gets thrown into a baby boy’s nursery then proceeds to fight against a piece of Voldemort’s soul. Irony.

THE DOE!!!!

Some people deal with tension using humor. Ron is one of those people. I am another.

Some people deal with tension with conflict. Harry is one of those people.

It looks like the piece of Voldemort’s soul in the locket literally tries to beat down on Harry, but it is rebuffed by the piece of soul that he already has inside of him.

Locket Hermione’s voice here is so different then her actual speaking voice.

This scene where locket Hermione and locket Harry are making out makes me want to vomit. It is so cringey that this was even included in the movie tbh.

“HEy,,,1,/ehdzjh,samdlas”

Ron’s like, “Mate, when we walk up I need to hold the destroyed horcrux and the sword, you know, for maximum effect.”

I like that they said that Ron was at a pub instead of home with the Weasleys like he was in the books.

“Just my name.” The way Ron says this makes my heart melt. It says so much in so few words.

I like that there is magic in this universe, and then there is magic. There is that little ball of light that floated from Sirius’ lips when they were being attacked by dementors in Prisoner of Azkaban, there is the veil in the department of mysteries, and the ball of light that Ron talks about here. Explanations are provided for so much in this series, but there are still magical things that even the characters don’t know the whole of.

Hermione is like, “Heifer, please, you ain’t getting any of my time yet.”

I have a feeling that Hermione is right for the next ten years after the behavior you have exhibited Ronald Weasley.

Luna. My baby. My girl.

The fruit on the plants are floating. If I grew up in house like this, in a place like this, I would believe in a lot of things that other people may not. It seems like a place where imagination is really allowed to flourish.

The animation used for the “Tale of the Three Brothers” is absolutely stunning. It is why people have it tattooed on their skin. It’s breathtaking.

He says, “The most powerful wand ever made.” He doesn’t say created. There is the theory that it did come from death, but then that the brothers were merely fantastic inventors. I don’t know which the truth is, maybe some of both. It would make a wonderful fanfiction.

At the wedding at the beginning, both the Lovegood’s are wearing yellow and they’re bright and happy, and then you have this scene where everything is dark and gloomy. Some beautiful non-verbal storytelling.

You can see just how wrecked Xenophilius is. He is desperate to get Luna back he is wandering into an attack zone.

People who are desperate don’t have the reason available to think, “Oh, what if these people don’t actually care about my concerns.” They have a single track mind in getting what they want.

Grindlewald is still a cocky bastard even after decades in prison. This old man looks more the badass than Depp.

Fenrir Greyback is just standing there, second fiddle to this random, purple scarf wearing snatcher. What the heck?

This scene always baffles me. Lucius has seen Ronald Weasley and his family for years. Lucius taunts Arthus on a regular basis. Lucius has heard repeatedly that Hermione and Ron are Harrys friends from Draco for at least six years. They KNOW FOR A FACT that this is Ron and Hermione, who do they think the third person is going to be?????????? It should have been a high enough possibility based on their presence alone to call the Dark Lord, but none of them do it because they have to make sure????

Draco has stared at this face for SIX years. I mean, Draco is just prepping himself to lie this whole time if he can get away with it.

Bellatrix ain’t no fool though. She figures out about the stinging jinx. The only thing that saves them is her seeing the sword.

Snape is the best potions master around. All of them probably have heard of veriterserum, and none of them thought to have it on tap?

It pisses me off to no end that we didn’t get to see Pettigrew strangle himself.

Dobby is a king!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I saw this, I died.

Dobby is like, “Harry Potter, sir, duh.”

WE MISSED OUT ON A LUNA AND DOBBY BROMANCE AND I AM FUCKING FURIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like having Pettigrew just pass out or whatever was such a cop out, but I understand what it would have done to the tone that had already been established in this sequence.

Even then, Draco isn’t ready to fall into line with Bellatrix’s plans.

Dobby is a king, and I love him.

DOBBY HAS NO MASTER. DOBBY IS A FREE ELF. DOBBY HAS COME TO SAVE HARRY POTTER AND HIS FRIENDS.

I love Dobby. I want to cry no matter how many times I watch this scene because he is so small and vulnerable and honest, and he just loves Harry so much. And he did so good. And he saved them, and Harry wants so badly to save him back, but he can’t.

Harry has just lost so many people. In the next film, when he is speaking to everyone in the house Harry seems almost militaristic in his approach and demeanor, but when you think about what has just happened, Dobby’s death, that harshness and straight to the point approach seems more realistic and warranted definitely.

This scene where Voldemort breaks into Dumbledore’s grave: I read something that commented on Voldemort like hovering over Dumbledore’s body to get to the wand. Then it was like, well, he could be straddling him. I have honestly never been the same since. I laughed so hard.

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pufflezy · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER FOUR: She’s Perfect

James’ POV:

I was sat on the couch in my new head common room, working on my Charms essay. It was quiet, until Lily came in. She walked into the common room, her beautiful, perfect red hair flowing over her shoulders, her amazing emerald eyes shining in the light.

“Hi.” I said smiling.

“Hello, James.” Lily replied, seductively, “I have something to tell you.”

“Ok. What is it?” I asked, as I sat up. She walked over to me and stood right in front of me, looking down at my face.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a while now, I just didn't know how to tell you.” She informed me.

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Really! I want to be with you for the rest of my life, James Potter!” She said before leaning down and kissing me.

It felt like heaven. I never wanted to let go of her. Her soft lips touching mine. Her hands in my hair. I never wanted it to be over.

“Prongs?” I heard a voice say.

“James!”

“James! Would you stop making out with your pillow and get up?” I knew that voice. It was Sirius. Of course Sirius had to wake me from this amazing dream. This amazing dream where I was finally with Lily.

“What do you want?” I groaned, in my sleepy voice.

“Wake up! You were supposed to meet us for breakfast half an hour ago!” Sirius replied.

“Go away!” I said, throwing a pillow at him.

“Stop dreaming about Lily and get downstairs! We’re waiting for you.”

“Why are you waiting for me?”

“We were gonna plan the first prank of the year, remember? We’ve already had two days of classes and no pranks! We need to do something big! And the weekend is the perfect time to figure it out.”

“Oh, fine! I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Ok. Make sure to give your pillow a kiss goodbye for me.” Sirius teased, before walking out of the room.

I got out of bed and got dressed before walking downstairs to join the boys. I was quite sad I overslept. The past two days of being back I had gotten to see sleepy Lily. Not that I hadn't seen her sleepy before. But this time it was right after she woke up. She had bed head and she was still in her cute little bunny pyjamas. She looked adorable. Of course there was also the grumpiness. Lily is definitely not a morning person. She can be quite irritable in the mornings. But she still looked adorable.

“Hey guys.” I said, as I walked over to the boys and sat on the couch.

“Hi.” Peter replied.

“So, you had another dream about Lily?” Remus asked, smirking.

“Yes.” I sighed.

“You’ve got to get over her, mate!” Sirius said.

“It’s not that simple.” I replied, running my hand through my hair.

“Well, you’ve got to at least stop kissing your pillow. It’s just sad.” Sirius said.

“Haha!” I said, sarcastically.

“Maybe if you dated another girl you’d forget about Lily.” Remus suggested.

“Moony, that's a brilliant idea!” Sirius said, patting Remus on the back.

“I guess. But who?” I asked.

“Anyone. Prongs, any girl at this school would love to go out with you!” Remus said.

“Yeah, but, I don't really want to go out with any of them.” I replied.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because none of them are-”

“None of them are Lily. Yeah, yeah, we know.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but no girl compares to Lily! She’s perfect!” I said.

“There are other girls, James. Maybe if you start dating, you’ll find another girl who you think is perfect.” Remus replied.

“No girl is as perfect as Lily.” I said, with a sad smile.

“Maybe not. But, Prongs, you can’t stay hung up on her forever!” Sirius said.

“I know, I know. If only she would like me back!” I replied.

“I think you’ve done all you can do, mate.” Sirius said.

“That’s not true! C’mon, you cant give up! You’re James bloody Potter! You can do anything!” Peter said.

“I don't know, Pete. Maybe I should just give up on Lily.” I replied, sadly.

“No! You cant give up! I’m rooting for Lames!” Peter yelled.

“Lames?” I asked.

“Yeah, Lames.” Peter said, casually.

“What the bloody hell is Lames?” I asked him.

“It’s Lily and James put together. Lames!” Sirius explained.

“They made that up years ago!” Remus said, going back to his book.

“Lames? Lames. Wouldn't Jily be much better?” I said.

“No way! Lames for the win!” Peter yelled.

“Lames? What's that?” Marlene asked, as her, Alice, Hestia, and Lily walked in.

“Uhhh” Peter looked over at me, panicked.

“It’s a muggle term. Peter learned it in Muggle studies yesterday!” I said, quickly.

“A muggle term? Lames is not a muggle term.” Lily laughed.

“Oh, uhh. Maybe I misheard what Professor Burbage said.” Peter replied.

“Yeah, probably.” Lily laughed again. Her laugh was so cute. It always made me smile, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

Marlene, Hestia, Alice, and Lily walked over and joined us on the couches. We sat around and talked for a while before Alice pulled out her Potions homework and started working on it with Remus. Soon enough, everyone was working on their homework.

“James, do you want to get started on the prefects schedule?” Lily asked me, about an hour after they joined us.

“Oh, sure.” I replied. Lily got up to grab the list of prefects and a piece of parchment from her desk. When she returned she sat next to me rather than across from me like she was before.

Now that she was next to me her perfect scent was all around me. She smelt of strawberries and cinnamon. My favourite smell, by far.

“So, I’m thinking that we take rounds on Wednesdays. Then the weekends would be free for studying and Quidditch. I think that we should make sure any prefects that are on a Quidditch team, have the weekends off.” Lily suggested.

“Hmm? Oh, uhh, yeah, sounds good.” I replied. Truth is, I didn't hear a word she said. I was trying to listen, but she was so close to me. Our legs were touching. Her scent was all around me. Her perfect lips, were too distracting.

“James, are you even listening?” Lily asked, annoyed.

“What? Yes, of course I am!” I said, running my hand through my hair.

“What day are we doing rounds on, then?” She asked me. She had that look on her face like ‘I'm about to prove you wrong’.

“Umm, Saturdays?” I asked, hopefully. She sighed and I heard Sirius try to cover a laugh with a cough from behind me.

“James! You have to pay attention! We’re supposed to be making this schedule together!” She said, putting enthesis on ‘together’.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention now.” I said.

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Lily’s POV:

“Ok, so the fifth year Ravenclaws want to do rounds together.” James stated, reading off the list to me.

“Ok, got that. We’ll put them in the early evening, every other Sunday.” I said, as I wrote it down on the schedule.

“We’re gonna have to make a group of thee, unless someone does rounds alone. There’s an uneven number since I wasn't a prefect.” James said.

“Oh c’mon, James! Why do you have to screw everything up!” Hestia teased. James laughed.

“We’ll just have to make a group of three then. It’s not safe to do rounds alone.” I said as I continued writing stuff on the schedule.

“Ok.” James said. I could hear in his voice he wasn't fully paying attention. He had zoned out three more times since we started working on the schedule. It was really getting on my nerves.

“Remus, is there any day you’d prefer to do rounds on?” I asked.

“No, any days fine.” Remus said, smiling.

“Ok, I’ll put you on the evening shift every other Tuesday. James, who did we decide Remus was doing rounds with?” I asked.

James didn't answer. He must have zoned out again.

“James!” I said, turning to look at him. When I looked at him, I saw that he was already looking at me.

“Hmm, what?” He said, with wide eyes.

“Why cant you focus? We could have been done this by now if you just payed attention!” I said, annoyed.

“I’m sorry, Lily. I just keep getting distracted.” James said.

“By what?” I asked, getting more annoyed by the second.

“You.” He said smirking, “You look really adorable when you’re focused.” I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think of a witty comeback. I always had a witty comeback! I could hear the girls giggling from the other side of the coffee table. I could feel my face warming up. Why was it doing that?

Oh my god! I’m blushing! I have never, once in my life blushed at anything James Potter has said to me! What was happening?

I didn't know what to say. So I just looked down at the paper again so hopefully he wouldn't notice that I was blushing. I heard him laugh and then pick up the list again.

“The sixth year Hufflepuff, Jamie Straw, wants to do rounds with seventh year Slytherin, Kate Pran.” James said.

“Ok.” I chocked out, writing that down on the schedule. Why was I acting like this? What was happening?

About twenty minutes later we had the schedule finished. Everyone else was just sat around talking and working on homework.

“Do you guys want to go get something to eat?” Marlene asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Alice said.

“I’ll come too.” I replied, as I stood up.

“Hestia?” Marlene asked.

“Sure.” Hestia said.

“You guys coming?” Alice asked the boys.

“No thanks. We’ve got some planning to do.” Sirius said.

“But I’m starving!” James whined.

“Well then maybe you shouldn't have missed breakfast to make o-”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll stay!” James said, giving Sirius an angry look.

“Ok, well we’re gonna go.” Hestia said.

“Bye.” Remus said.

“Bye, guys.” Marlene replied as we walked out the door.

We went down to the Great Hall and sat in our usual spot in the middle of the Gryffindor table. Almost immediately after we got our food Marlene smirked at me. I knew what was coming although I was really hoping to avoid the subject.

“You blushed!” Marlene said, excitedly.

“I did not!” I replied.

“You so did!” Alice said, giggling.

“I so did not!” I said, annoyed.

“Yes you did!” Hestia laughed.

“I did not!” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Stop denying it, Lils! You’re a red head, it’s so obvious when you blush and you were totally blushing!” Marlene replied, smiling.

“I don’t think I've ever seen you blush from something James has said before!” Alice said.

“Because I've never blushed at anything James has said! And never will!” I said, annoyed.

“You totally blushed.” Hestia replied, smirking.

“Do you like him or something?” Alice asked.

“Oh, that would be amazing! Could you imagine if they started dating?” Hestia said, smiling.

“Their kids would be gorgeous! Ou, can I be godmother?” Marlene asked.

“Guys! I do not like him and I am not having his children!” I said, sternly.

“But, they would be so cute!” Hestia whined. I rolled my eyes and went back to my sandwich.

“You totally blushed.” Marlene said under her breath.

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Severus’ POV:

“I know, I know. We’ll figure it out, but we need to wait until people have settled in and we know how many there are in each house.” Mulciber said.

“Well there's none in Slytherin.” Avery replied, proudly.

“Yes, I know, Avery! But that makes it harder for us to get to them.” Mulciber stated, annoyed.

“True. But we already know where one is. And it won’t be too hard to get her. I mean, she has her own dorm, its not like we can confuse her with anyone.” Macnair said, smirking.

“Very true. And she’ll be one of the first!” Mulciber replied, smiling.

Once the meeting was over, I decided to go for a walk. I had been sat in that dark corridor with them for hours.

I was walking down the corridor near the library when I saw her. It really isn't hard to miss her, with her fiery red hair, and bright emerald eyes and her perfect smile that could light up a room.

“Hi, Lily.” I said, when I got close enough to her.

“Oh. Hi, Sev-erus.” Lily replied.

“How was your summer?” I asked her.

“It was alright. I didn't really do much. I hung out with the girls and met Petunias new boyfriend.”

“Petunia got a boyfriend?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah. He’s perfect for her! He’s rude, doesn't care about other peoples feelings, and hates me! Its a match made in heaven, really!”

“Yeah, sounds like it.” I laughed.

“So, how was your summer?” She asked, politely.

“It was fine. Moms been gone a lot lately, but I worked on some new potion recipes.”

“Sorry about that. But the potion stuff sounds cool! Are you making your own potions or just changing some instructions on other potions?”

“A bit of both.”

“That's great. Maybe you could tell me about one of your potions some time.”

“Yeah, of course! As long as its just you. I don't really want to be sharing my potion inventions with your new friends.”

“My new friends?”

“Yeah. Potter and his little gang.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. When did you become friends with them anyways? They’re jerks. Why do you even like them?”

“We became friends at the end of last year. And they are not jerks! They’re actually really nice people.”

“They seem like jerks to me! Don’t you remember all the things they used to do? They were jerks to both of us!”

“Yes I remember! But they’re not jerks anymore. They've grown up, and so should you!” Lily said angrily before storming off.

“Well, great.” I muttered to myself before walking off in the other direction.

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James’ POV:

“Yeah, I saw it too. She was kind of flustered.” Remus agreed.

“She didn't even say anything! She always has some kind of comeback to get me to shut up and back off, but she didn't say anything!” I added, excitedly.

“Maybe she didn't want you to back off.” Sirius said, smirking.

“Maybe.” I said, smiling. “Did you see her blushing? She looked so cute. I’ve never seen her blush before!”

“Yes, we saw her blushing, Prongs.” Peter replied.

“I wanna see her blushing again!” I admitted.

“Then make her blush again.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“Ok! I will! She looked so cute. But she always looks cute. She’s perfect” I gushed, as the boys rolled their eyes and went back to planning.

“She’s perfect.” I smiled to myself.

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Hi thank you! ♥ I will use the books for my answers, since I didn’t really like most of the movies. I apologize if I mix up some of the characters, I’ve only read the books in my native language so I will have to google for some of the names in English. :’D

Top 5 favorite characters: Minerva McGonagall, Luna Lovegood, Fred & George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley. Other characters you like: The golden trio obviously, Molly, Dobby, Draco Malfoy, ... There are not a lot of characters I dislike. Least favourite characters: Umbridge, for obvious reasons. Otps: Hermione and Ron. Notps: I don’t think I have any? I’m not very invested in shipping when it comes to the HP fandom, I pretty much keep an open mind to everything? Except incest but I’ve never seen anyone ship anything like that, so. Favourite friendships: Harry, Ron and Hermione, obviously, and I also really liked Fren, George and Lee, and Lavender and Parvati. Favourite family: The Weasleys Favourite episodes: / Favourite book: Prisoner of Azkaban is probably my favorite book. Favourite quotes: "If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." "Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.’" "There is no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor." And probably more. The books have so many amazing scenes, funny, inspirational, sad, hopeful, ... It was really hard to pick just a few. Best musical moment: / Moment that made you fangirl the hardest: Ehh... I mean, obviously I was rooting for Harry and the ending was a satisfying one, just like every other time Harry beat Voldemort, but the moment that made me fangirl the hardest would probably be Hermione punching Draco in the face. xD When it really disappointed you: The only truly disappointing thing about the book is how House-Elves are treated. Other than that, the only time I’m disappoint is literally every time JK Rowling decides it’s a good idea to open her mouth. Saddest moment: The moment Harry breaks down in Dumbledore’s chambers after Sirius dies gives me chills every. damn. time I reread the book. Most well done character death: Oh god, this is so hard because most of the deaths really hit me hard Favourite guest star: / Favourite cast member: / Character you wish was still alive: Honestly? Probably Hedwig. Maybe Fred. One thing you hope really happens: That JK Rowling’s Twitter account is banned so she doesn’t have a damn platform anymore. Most shocking twist: When did you start reading: I think the first three books were already out when I started to read them. My classmates kept telling me to do it and I was in that annoying phase where I refused to dive into anything that was this massively popular - but I’m glad I eventually caved because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have grown up in this fandom and that means I would’ve had an entirely different experience. Now I can still say I grew up with the books and I’m glad I did. Best animal/creature: I’m a gigantic sucker for unicorns and I’m not sorry about it. xD Favourite location: I mean, Hogwarts is amazing, the descriptions of the castle never get old. Trope you wish they would stop using: Ehh... I honestly don’t know? One thing this book does better than others: I love how this show has such an inspired, dedicated, creative fanbase. The amount of HP related art, fanfiction, headcanons, ... out there is mindblowing. I’ve never quite seen that happen in any other fandom and it’s part of why I love this one as much as I do. Like how people can take a character that’s mentioned maybe a couple of times in the books and they create so much content for them to the point where I’ve actively had to stop myself from writing an answer to this questions because the answer isn’t canon, that’s admirable. Funniest moments: Fred and George wrecking havoc on Umbridge and finally leaving the castle after they get caught is without a doubt the funniest scene I can think of. Couple you would like to see: Like I said, I was never really into shipping anyone with anyone. I enjoy quite a lot of fanon ships I see on Tumblr, though. Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: / Favourite outfit: Every outfit I can think of is influenced by the movies so I don’t really have an answer to this. I would’ve loved to see Hermione’s dress to the Yule Ball, though, and the Patil sisters’. Oh, and Fleur’s wedding dress. Favourite item: The Marauder’s map. Do you own anything related to this show: No. What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in: I’m a Slytherin. Most boring plotline: I can’t think of anything. The passage that bores me the most is the one where the Minister of Magic meets the Muggle Prime Minister but that’s not a plotline. I guess everything is just so well thought of, everything that’s in the books in there for a reason and I wouldn’t cut anything out of it. Most laughably bad moment: As much as I dislike JK Rowling, she wrote seven brilliant books. I can’t think of a bad moment. There are plot holes, sure, and things that really fucking bug me, but no laughably bad moments. At least, not any that I can think of right now. The fact that she gave Cho Chang two last names as a name is a bad moment, though - but it’s not laughably. It’s just more proof that JK Rowling is a terrible person. Best flashback/flashfoward if any: The memories Snape shows to Harry, and the ones they both get to see of each other during their Occlumency lessons. Most layered character: I love the character development Ron goes through. Most one dimensional character: Ehh. There were a lot of important characters so it makes sense that not all of them got the layers they deserved. Right now nobody who’s relevant to the plot comes to mind as an answer? Scariest moment: Well, when Harry and Dumbledore came back from finding the fake Horcrux, that had me scared. Not for their lives (because it was obvious that Harry would live and Dumbledore would die) but because it felt like all of Dumbledore’s plans would be ruined so that’d probably be the scariest moment for me? Grossest moment: Ehh... I would probably throw up if I had witnessed Nagini sliding out of Bathilda’s dead body so I’m gonna go with that one, that must’ve been horrifying for Harry, especially because he spares Hermione the details. Best looking male: Well the books name Cedric Diggory as the most attractive one, so... Let’s go with that one then? Best looking female: Fleur and Ginny Who you’re crushing on (if any): I would probably be all over Ginny if I had gone to Hogwarts. Favourite cast moment: / Favourite transportation: A Thestral! Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): I really love the descriptions of Hogwarts. Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: Oh god, so. many. Off the top of my head, here we go. 1. The carriages that bring the students back to the train station are mentioned specifically at the end of the fourth book and yet Harry can’t see the Thestrals until the beginning of the fifth book. 2. In what world are the Weasleys poor? Hermione specifically mentions in the seventh book that you can increase the quantity of food and Harry gets more wine for Slughorn and Hagrid with a spell in the sixth book, so no wizard or witch would have to spend any money on food, ever. And like with clothes and books and everything, why buy multiple ones? Just buy one and then duplicate it like when Hermione did it with the medallion? 3. Harry randomly remembering the phone number to get into the Ministry of Magic after almost an entire year, having heard them once: please. I started rereading the fifth book like two months ago for the gazillionth time and I already don’t remember them anymore. 4. Supposedly there’s a curse on the position as the DADA professor ever since Voldemort asked for the job, so there’s a new teacher every year, but Professor Quirrel is introduced in a way that makes it seem as if he has been teaching there for quite a while and other students (like Fred and George) treat him as such - seems to me like the curse was only activated with Harry coming to Hogwarts but that’s not what’s canon. 5. Voldemort conveniently waiting for the end of the school year each year to make his move. 6. The school year somehow always starts on a Monday and the Hogwarts express always leaves on September 1 which would mean that September 1 was a Sunday for seven years in a row. 7. Why, WHY, would they use feathers and parchment? What the hell is wrong with pen and paper? Or things like torches, when electricity has been a thing since forever? And the same goes for using owls to send letters, or the memos that are used in the Ministry of Magic: just text or e-mail, dudes. One sloppy ‘this doesn’t work here because there’s too much magic in the air’ just doesn’t cut it for me, especially because Harry does wear a watch, for instance. I probably have more but this is all I can come up with right now. xD Best promo: My childhood best friend bugging me about the books until I finally caved and started to read them. xD At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: Literally the first chapter.

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callumturncr · 6 years ago

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A Different Path [Sirius Black AU] - Part 3

Summary: Post-graduation AU in which the reader, Lily and The Marauders have just joined the Order of the Phoenix. As tensions are at its highest in the First Wizarding War, the reader, who likes Sirius Black more than she would like to admit, is framed for the murder of Marlene McKinnon.

Parts: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8

Author’s Note: Firstly, thank you everyone for reading!! It makes me very happy to hear that you enjoy my writing. I just wanted to clear up something mentioned in Part 2 in case it caused confusion – Barty Crouch has intentionally been written as the Minister for Magic during the First Wizarding War (even though he was only Head of Magical Law Enforcement). The actual Ministers at this time had barely any canon information written about them so I used Crouch and his characteristics in this role instead.

Warning: This part contains a very brief scene in which the Cruciatus curse is used to inflict torture. The description of this scene is similar to how JK Rowling described the effects of the curse in the Harry Potter books so please read at your own discretion.

Gif is not mine. Words: 2.7k

A strangled cry escaped Y/N’s throat and she pushed desperately at her captor’s hands. Rodolphus responded by moving one up to her mouth.

“You knew there was something not quite right about him, didn’t you?” he spoke softly in her ear. Y/N could see where his shirt sleeve had been rolled down, the tip of what looked like a tattoo on his inner forearm. It resembled the Dark Mark that Voldemort usually casted into the sky after killing and she writhed even harder to get away.

“What have you done?” Marlene spat in a voice so unlike her usual one, that it momentarily startled Y/N. At this, the other Lestrange brother tightened his grip considerably, a menacing smile on his face. Seeing red, Y/N bit down on Rodolphus’ hand and he released her face with a yelp. She fought out of his grasp and lunged towards Peter but found herself crumpling to the floor with a yell before she could get very far.

Pain like she had never experienced before seared through her body, so intense that she barely registered Marlene’s shouting. There was a horrible pounding in her skull and Y/N wondered dimly if it would shatter. Razor sharp blades were stabbing her all over – in her chest, in her stomach, all over her arms and legs and she was screaming, screaming so loudly that she felt her voice would give out at any moment.

“Stop! Stop please! Peter, make them stop!” It was all Marlene could repeat, over and over like a mantra as she watched both Bellatrix and her husband point their wands at Y/N who writhed in agony, consumed by the Cruciatus curse. The sounds escaping Y/N’s mouth were so anguished that Marlene’s vision blurred with tears. “PETER!”

Sweat dripped down Y/N’s temple as the ache gradually receded. She tried to get up but was shaking so badly, so badly that she could hardly stand. Bellatrix uttered a sound of amusement at her struggle and ambled over lazily, her eyes shining with glee as Y/N recoiled.

“Bella there’s no need to drag it out, let’s just finish them and go,” Rodolphus began but was shushed by her.

“Finish them and go? These are top members of Albus’ organization!” she looked to Peter for confirmation.

“So is Peter, we know everything already. There’s no point in–”

“Growing soft Rodolphus?”

“–Wasting time.” He finished, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Why would you defect? They were your brothers Peter,” Y/N asked. She’d stopped shaking, the anger returning in full force and she fought the urge to lunge at him again in fear that Marlene would pay the price this time.

“There is nothing to be gained from opposing Lord Voldemort. You are fighting a losing battle,” he said simply. There was no tremor in his voice but it was obvious he felt secure only because he was surrounded by powerful Death Eaters. His calm demeanor back at the Ministry made sense now.

“And you are a coward,” she hissed back, eyeing Bellatrix’s wand as it slowly leveled in her direction in warning. “They would’ve done anything for you, they would’ve defended you with everything they had and you were foolish enough to throw that away!”

“There’s hardly anything wrong with throwing away the sympathies of blood traitors,” Bellatrix snapped back.

“Good thing they’ll never find out,” said Peter.

She didn’t have any time to register his words because he had moved the wand he was holding – her wand – in Marlene’s direction. Bellatrix and Rodolphus fired towards Y/N again but this time, hit one another as she ducked under the latter’s outstretched arm. Marlene had used the sudden flurry movement to break free from Rabastan as well and was motioning furiously with her wand hand as their duel resumed. Bellatrix’s small scream of pain was enough to startle Peter who froze, gaping stupidly. Y/N attempted to use wandless magic towards him but it was hard to focus a Stunning spell and she missed several times.

Amidst the chaos, Barty Crouch Jr. had made it downstairs and seeing Peter’s struggle, fired bright green flashes of light at her. Y/N chased Peter, desperately wishing in her rage for one of them to hit him instead but Crouch’s aim was deadly, missing her only by a very narrow margin each time. The door previously left ajar burst open and two figures which could only have been Dedalus and Dorcas rushed inside, stealing his attention, leaving Y/N only Pettigrew to contend with. Having finally caught up to him, she pushed him with all her strength and he fell to the floor, landing a few feet from Marlene.

“You traitor, you traitor, you bloody traitor,” Y/N hissed under her breath as she fought to get her wand back. If Peter was truly smart enough he would’ve thought to transform back into a rat but Y/N was grateful he hadn’t, he was already surprisingly strong for someone of his height and stature.

“ENOUGH WORMTAIL!” roared Bellatrix.“KILL HER ALREADY!”

After that, it was as if everything happened in slow motion.

Peter managed to throw Y/N off and regained his posture. He pointed the wand at her and with only a brief instant of delay muttered the words ‘Avada Kedavra’. Y/N had one fleeting moment to ponder at the irony of being killed with her own wand when she realized that the fool’s aim had been off. A ribbon of brilliant emerald shot out, but it was hurtling towards Marlene and Y/N found herself racing against the beam of light to reach her friend first. She hit a solid form and tugged with all her might in what she hoped was the right direction.

Relief flooded through Y/N as both girls hit the floor but vanished as quickly as it had come. Marlene lay under her, eyes open and unblinking. The shock tainted her features still, frozen in place. Y/N felt a strange emotion arise in her throat like bile as she stared down, disbelieving, at her fallen friend who grew colder by the second. With one hand over her mouth, she grasped Marlene’s shoulder and gave the tiniest nudge.

“Mar,” she whispered in a choked voice.

Nothing. There was no blood, no cuts, nothing. If she were to close the eyelids, Marlene would appear to be sleeping. The hand on her face came away wet with tears.

Somewhere, far away, someone cursed as flashes of blinding white light reflected through the windows. The passage of time regained its usual speed as she managed to tear her eyes away to watch Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan vanish in plumes of jet black. Crouch Jr. followed suit after yelling ‘Obliviate!’, hand outstretched at Dorcas and Dedalus. Their expressions of horror faded as the last inky wisp of smoke did, along with their memory of the encounter.

Peter was left standing as he had been before, still holding her wand. Unfazed, he threw it back to her and finally transforming into his Animagus, scampered away. With a cry of anguish, Y/N snapped out of her daze, furiously wiped at her eyes, picked up her wand and sprinted after him.

“PETTIGREW!” she heard herself roar. As she ran outside, Y/N saw Dumbledore’s trim form materialize from the white light, enter the bar and call out in a frantic voice. She knew what he would find, what Dorcas and Dedalus would remember to tell him – that they’d walked in to find her holding her wand over Marlene – but all she could care about in that moment was finding Peter Pettigrew.

It had been a week since the news of Marlene McKinnon’s death had hit the newspapers. Printed across the front page of the Daily Prophet was a photo of her taken for the Order alongside another of her deceased form. Her killer, Y/N Y/L/N had gone into hiding and anybody with information on her whereabouts was to be rewarded 10,000 galleons. Rita Skeeter had painted Peter Pettigrew as the hero, for bringing Marlene’s body back to the Ministry and he was to be awarded the Order of Merlin for his bravado in facing a ‘dear friend turned Death Eater spy’, she wrote.

Y/N had read the headline with her blood boiling. It occurred to her after she’d left that it would’ve been better to stay with Marlene to prove her innocence but there was nothing she could do now. Her anger had made her desperate, so desperate that she currently stood in Godric’s Hollow below James Potter’s home, where Sirius would be. Y/N knew that Peter had told Sirius everything, every lie he could think of but she had to see him, to explain. She hoped with all her might that he would listen.

She found him sitting at the dinner table, with his head clasped in his hands. He whipped out his wand as soon as he heard the faint pop of someone Apparating into the house.

“Sirius,” she choked out. Stepping out and pulling down the hood of her cloak, she stared at him, not knowing how to begin. He stared back, thunderstruck for a moment before a glare overtook his face. Rather than lowering it, he aimed his wand directly at her. The action reminded her so strongly of Peter doing the same to Marlene that tears sprang up in her eyes.

“Please, please I’m not here to hurt anyone.” Sirius’ hand didn’t falter.

“You said you wouldn’t let anything happen to her. You promised you’d bring her back.” His voice was so cold, so detached that Y/N flinched.

“I want to explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain.”

Shaking her head, she moved forwards.

“Stop. Stay there,” he said again.

“Sirius please listen to me,” her voice broke a little. He watched her shut her eyes and collect herself before starting again. “Whatever Peter might’ve told you, it’s all a lie–”

“A lie?” Sirius interrupted. “There were witnesses and they weren’t Muggles, it was Dedalus and Dorcas,” his voice rose to a shout very quickly. “Members of your own bloody group Y/N!”

“Crouch’s son was there, he used the Memory charm on them! Bellatrix cleared all the Muggles out the bar!”

“Crouch’s son?” he asked incredulously, looking at her as though she was mad. “Do you hear yourself?!”

“We thought he was the accomplice! We thought it was him because he came in after them but we were wrong, the accomplice was Peter,” Y/N could see Sirius’ eyes narrow further as she went on. They were rimmed in red and the darkest she had ever seen them, almost black in anger. She inched closer but again, saw his wand mirror her actions.

“Peter would never.”

Sirius said it so fervently, Y/N wanted to weep. Not even in frustration, not because he refused to listen to her but because of how quick he was to jump to Pettigrew’s defense. He trusted Peter so wholeheartedly and Peter had repaid him by killing the girl he cared about most. She almost pitied him, his blindness.

“Sirius if you only knew– if you knew what he’s done, what he’s capable of–”

“What I’m capable of?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as a shadow stepped out behind Sirius. She wondered for second if that night would follow her forever, if she would see its events over and over, everywhere she went. First Sirius with his wand and now, Peter stepping out into the light as he had the day Marlene had met her end.

“I brought her back Y/N.” He had the gall to look solemn. “I brought her back after you ran.”

“I ran after you!” Y/N started towards him, almost fuming.

“He was upstairs the whole time!” Sirius moved to block her path.

“Is that what he told you?” she couldn’t help how her voice rose. “What other lies have you told them Peter? How can you stand there and pretend? They’re as good as your brothers you coward!” Peter only shook his head, an image of calm which only infuriated Y/N further. He opened his mouth to say something but she was quicker. In the one second Sirius’ gaze had faltered to fix on a spot behind her, she leapt across the threshold.

She’d barely touched Peter when a pair of arms wrapped around her middle, tugging her forcefully back. Y/N batted at them too, envisioning Rodolphus Lestrange behind her once again but Sirius’ hands slackened their grip quickly and she almost fell in her haste. She made towards Pettigrew again but he cowered behind Sirius, who’d placed himself between the pair.

“Enough,” he spat, a furious look painted on his face. “I want you to get out.”

“No,” she steeled her gaze as best as she could. “Tell him Peter!”

“Y/N–”

“Tell him! Tell him how you looked her in the eye and killed her!”

At some point, the tears had begun to fall freely and she didn’t bother wiping them away. Her words however, had no impact and Sirius gritted his teeth. He glanced behind her again and spoke.

“Call them.”

Y/N turned and her heart broke to see James Potter’s face just as indifferent. She wanted to plead with him, make him see the truth but knew it would be useless. Peter had united them against her and they would take his word over hers. It almost seemed set up, like Sirius had known she would come here. The irony of it all was made Y/N incredulous – how was it that he knew her so well yet not at all? If he had known she would seek him out, how could he not know she would never harm Marlene? She longed for Lily, kind and understanding Lily who had never doubted her before. She longed for Remus who was patient and would at least hear her out.

“I didn’t do it,” she repeated in a thick voice. “I didn’t kill her.”

“Then why did you run?” Sirius asked, his voice just as pained. “Why didn’t you stay with her?”

“I had to get to Peter before he got away; I had to make him pay for what he did–”

“I WAS UPSTAIRS!” Pettigrew retorted, apparently having had enough. He looked as if he wanted to speak further but suddenly, the dimly lit kitchen grew very dark. Goosebumps rose along the length of Y/N’s arms, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. A chilling gust of wind drifted in through the open window. James looked towards Sirius somewhat hesitantly.

Call them, he had said. Understanding ripped through her and she drew her cloak over her once more to Disapparate but she’d been so careless, so focused on the sight through the window that she found herself outside James’ home where she’d been standing before.

Barty Crouch stood in front of her but he hadn’t come alone. He was surrounded by four Dementors that towered over him, their black cloaks billowing in the breeze. Y/N sucked in a breath and turned to disappear again but found her path blocked by four wands. Sirius, James and Peter had joined them.

“Please, you have the wrong person. I did not kill Marlene McKinnon,” she pleaded but it was in vain. She could see it in their eyes; they didn’t trust a word out of her mouth.

“Your wand Y/L/N. Hand it over, no tricks and no magic,” spoke Crouch. She was done for – they would check her wand and rule her guilty. How would she convince them Peter had held her wand and fired the Killing Curse? Paling slightly, she produced it from her coat pocket.

“Prior Incantato,” Crouch muttered. Everything stood still for a brief stretch of time before a luminous, shimmery sort of smoke poured out from her wand tip. Y/N fought to hold herself upright as it took on the form of Marlene. She heard Sirius’ sharp intake of breath and saw James reach out to grip his arm firmly, as if holding him back.

“If you would just hear me out Minister,” she began but he brought up a hand to silence her.

“That is all the evidence we need. You will be brought to Azkaban immediately,” his voice was cruel and he said it a certain air of finality.

The four Dementors sprang forwards at his command and Y/N had nowhere left to run. She turned to beg Sirius one last time but her vision was obscured by the ebony cloaks of her captors and Godric’s Hollow faded away into nothingness before she could say a word.

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awed-frog · 7 years ago

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Angst and Feels (Why Fanfiction Matters)

I used to be normal. By which I mean: by the time I was in college, I no longer read children’s books, or even YA. I was too busy, for one thing - I’d spend hours in the library, sometimes cursing at the impossibly difficult stuff I’d been asked to do, but mostly relishing all the new, inspiring things I had the privilege to learn. I was reading about witches, about the use of colours on Greek vases. About Virginia Woolf.

My English, though, wasn’t good enough. Having taken Latin in high school, I knew what a hexameter was but I would define it as a ‘six foots meter’. In the end, one of my professors, mildly exasperated by it all, told me I needed to read more; much more. He suggested YA books, and, since I’d read most classic novels as a child (in translation), I bought a battered second-hand copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. It was 2002. The books had been out for five years, but I knew next to nothing about them.

And, well, it wasn’t always easy to keep up with JK Rowling’s funny, inventive prose, but two days later I stepped through the doors of our English bookstore and bought the other three novels. I’ve been addicted ever since.

But the thing is - I didn’t connect with other fans in any way. Back then (in my country), the internet was still an unfocused, unclear thing. If I remember correctly, I didn’t even have an email address until 2003. Not a proper one, I mean. Not something I used to actually communicate. And there was no one I could discuss Harry Potter with. Ah, is that a children’s book? people would say, and that would be the end of it.

I kept reading the series, though, and when the waiting got too difficult, I gave the internet a second chance. I discovered fanfiction, and that was the beginning of the end.

(No more normal for me. Gone. All gone.)

Because, in the end, we are social, creative animals. Shared stories, like shared memories, bond us together more closely and firmly than anything else ever will.

When Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows finally came out, I happened to be back in my small town for the summer, and I went out at midnight to buy it. It was unheard of - a miracle - that our local bookseller had decided to take part in this crazy initiative, and I didn’t expect anyone to actually be there. Instead, well, some people were. Not many, but it didn’t matter. We were a small crowd of mostly adult readers, some trying to pretend they were passing there by chance, others wearing wizard hats or capes. One girl had a homemade piece of jewelry shaped like the Deathly Hallows symbol. It shone on her chest as she waited for the bookstore to open, silent and somewhat fearful.

I knew exactly how she felt. I was terrified. I didn’t want the series to be over. I was afraid I wouldn’t like the end. I was fearing, most of all, that someone would spoil it for me.

(I had been waiting so long.)

In order to prevent that, I had hatched a detailed, careful, crazy plan: I would go into the mountains, alone, walking from hut to hut and stopping in isolated meadows to read the book in complete solitude. I had given myself two days to finish it, and I had no doubt I would. I am a fast reader, and I’d been craving this one story for two years.

My parents told me I was insane, but it didn’t matter. I went ahead - the book was heavy, so I only packed a few other things - a parka, raisins, a water bottle and an extra pair of socks - added a small notebook on top, and the map, and my clunky mobile phone (turned off), and I left.

I have vague memories of those two days. I barely noticed the landscape around me, because, somehow, it filtered into the one from the novel. It slid in and out of focus, unseen, unremembered.

(A place I’d known since childhood, now invisible around me.)

Like Harry, Ron and Hermione, I walked around in the wilderness, oblivious to both its dangers and its beauty. I was tormented by their doubts and fears; I was hounded by Death Eaters; I was hungry and unhappy. I once hurried through the rain, my mind a thousand miles away, and, as soon as it stopped, I spread out my parka on the unfriendly grass (all sharp with rocks and thistles) and I started reading again, my wet hair slowly dripping on the pages.

I remember very well, however, that by the time I arrived to my second (and final) hut, I hadn’t finished. I was planning to read through the night, but I was still wary of spoilers (and I was right to be: I discovered afterwards our local medias had mentioned it all - Harry’s death; Harry’s resurrection - on that very same day), which is why I kept to myself - a practice much frowned upon in such places. I barely nodded at the friendly-looking couple sitting in front of me for dinner, and I ignored the little family chatting behind us. And, at night, I sat up in my bed (it was too cold to stay in the common room downstairs), turned on my flashlight, and started reading again.

Thinking about it now, it was like the end of childhood all over again: this secret, solitary reading, way past my bedtime, in a room I shared with two other people (strangers).

I was wearing every piece of clothing I had, because it was still bloody cold, but it didn’t matter at all.

(So tired, and yet unable to stop reading. The words flickering a bit in the bluish light.)

And then Snape died.

And I started crying.

I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. He’d been my favourite character, and, having discovered the books as a grown-up, I’d never seen him as the overbearing, nasty teacher; from the start, I’d been drawn in by his lights and shadows; by the damage which had so clearly been inflicted on a clever, unforgiving man (someone who could have been so much more; someone who, in other circumstances, could have been loved, deeply and unreservedly). I’d been hoping against hope he’d turn out to be Good. And here, spelled out by writing, the most magical of all human inventions, here was everything I’d been wishing for - a compelling, heartbreaking backstory; murder; redemption.

I tried to be silent, but you can’t really cry silently, not like this; not with the kind of sorrow which grips you tight inside and shakes you around like a ragdoll until there’s nothing left of you at all.

I finished the book. I slept about two hours. And when I went down for breakfast (thick bread slices with homemade wild blueberries jam and that generic fruit tea, way too sugary, they always offer you up there) I wasn’t looking at anyone, or seeing anything. I was completely empty; lost inside my own head. Happy and sad and terribly lonely, because this story I’d loved so much was now over.

And then the woman in front of me - someone my own age, perhaps a bit older, who was there with her husband - I’d shared the dorm with them the night before - put her hand very near mine on the table (you do not touch strangers here: it is not done).

“Was it good?” she whispered, and I looked up at her. I was so out of it, I didn’t even realize what she was talking about.

“I saw you with the book last night,” she added, and then did this sort of thing which was on my face as well, this half smile, half frown. “I heard you cry.”

I shook my head. I didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t tell me anything. Just - is it good?”

“It’s very good,” I whispered back, my eyes falling down to the table; idly following the knot in the wood which looked a bit like a Cheshire cat.

“Oh God,” she cursed, or prayed, softly, and this time she closed her fingers around my wrist, and I started crying again.

The thing is, I’ve always felt books too deep and too raw. I was that kid who would forget the world around her, wouldn’t hear her mum calling for dinner, wouldn’t go to bed in the evening.

You know the kind. The One more page child. The Let me just finish the chapter child.

What I’d never known, though, was the joy of talking about these stories with someone else.

There was no one else.

Some of my friends read, but not like this; not compulsively. Also, they didn’t care - they wouldn’t cry for a fictional person. They wouldn’t smile all day because someone’s quest had succeeded. They never got upset.

(How?)

And the adults - well, of course they encouraged me; they praised me. But it was still a lonely way to grow up.

(I didn’t mind.)

(I never minded.)

(It’s never just a story, though, is it?)

With Harry Potter, that changed. I’d always written fiction into my own head - I mean: some stories I wrote down (my own), but other stories I just dreamed about (little me, with her courage and fears and that one t-shirt with a horse on it, stepping into all these worlds; making friends with those characters; taking part in their adventures). I never wrote them down, because I could feel they weren’t my stories, not really. They belonged to the real writers; to the people who’d first written them down - Dumas and Ende and Tolkien and Wilde and all those other people. I had no right to -

And then, in my twenties, I discovered that I had the right. Sort of. That other people lay awake at night trying to put it together - why did Snape kill Dumbledore? Is it possible that - or maybe? That it was even allowed, in fact, to discuss these things with each other and be taken seriously. Even more incredibly, it was possible to write stories about it. What would happen to Draco next? What if Hermione got hold of a Time-Turner again? And what about the Marauders and the Seventies - is it possible to change the future by changing the past?

Yes, this is the first reason why I love fanfiction, and why I’m grateful to those invisible writers whose names I never knew - adults and teens and office workers and teachers and stay-at-home mums, all living their (to me) invisible lives, and yet speaking, somehow, directly to my heart and soul. Because they made me feel like it was okay to be like this - to love this so very much.

Something else I’m grateful to fanfiction for, though, is its gentle sneakiness; its joyous underhandedness. It draws you in, doesn’t it, because it seems safe and easy. This is why people sneer at it, after all - because you’re not creating anything. Allegedly. And, well, it is a kind of safety net, isn’t it? I’m just playing with these characters, we used to say; I’m putting them back when I’m done.

(As if we could. As if writing about someone doesn’t make them real to you. As if we didn’t know the truth of it - that you can’t write about people and then put them back, because now you’ve bled all over them, and they are, in a way, yours forever; the good and the bad.)

The reality of it is rather different.

Sure, you do start with a story already written; with fully-fledged characters.

But you don’t know everything, do you? We haven’t seen Dean Winchester’s first day of school. We don’t know what Ron Weasley thought when he walked into a Tesco for the very first time (did he? he must have, at some point). We don’t know if Neal and Peter ever saw each other again. What Mary (Watson) was like as a child.

And yet - yet we are bound by everything else we do know. If we want to write canon fanfiction, which, for many of us, is the goal, we have to be mindful of this.

(We look at how they move - Mary’s secret smile, Dean’s slightly uneven gait. We know what they are like when they’re alone - Neal: dissatisfied, Peter: warily content. We try and mimic the way they do their homework - Ron’s careless spelling; his glib, hasty essays.)

And it is difficult and painful and frustrating, but it is also - I think - the best thing that can happen to you as a writer, because I am starting to realize that a story always has invisible walls (stuff that just can’t happen, no matter how much you wish for it to). It’s these walls, and not the rooms inbetween them, which make a story great. The things you can’t write about. The dialogues that will never happen. The characters who’ll never meet. Your story is right there: in the silences. It stretches into the distance, unseeable, undefined, like that strip of land which is not beach and not sea. A puzzle and a challenge.

(Why is this interesting? Why do we care so much?)

It is not easy to see these walls when you’re writing your own story (not fanfiction, that is: fiction), and it’s very tempting, when you do see them, to just tear them down.

(It's your story, after all.)

Fanfiction teaches you not to.

(Sure, we have the extreme AUs and the There I fixed it things, but, personally, it’s the other things I like. The ones where nobody says anything and yet everybody understands. Cas putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder. John looking at Sherlock, then away. The Always. things.)

When you’re writing codas, you can’t ignore what happened in the episode, no matter how painful. When you’re filling a fanfiction gap, you must be mindful of what comes next.

And the walls (these walls you hate and push against until your nails are bloody and your head aches) do make the story more interesting. What Maisie Knew would be a rather dull novel if it were written from the point of view of Maisie’s father. So would To Kill a Mockingbird. And what about Of Mice and Men? A Clockwork Orange? Good novels are built on ordinary stories which are made extraordinary because of the way they are written - just like we are, all of us, living ordinary lives which have been lived a thousand times before, and it is our own hearts and souls and our vision of the world around us which make them extraordinary and new and worth living again. Most novels would simply collapse without this gift writers have - to see the beauty and magic (the heartbreak and the tragedy) in things which are completely, utterly normal.

And writers see other things, as well.

Because, well, I’d thought I wanted a meaningful conversation between Snape and Harry - a lengthy and detailed explanation of everything that had been going on between them. I’d thought I deserved it, after everything. That I had a right to it, even.

What I got were three words (Look...at...me.) - a shared look and a whisper - and God, I’d been so wrong. I’d thought I’d known everything - I knew nothing. Fairness was not the issue - life's not fair - this was sheer poetry, right there. It was, in a remarkably I can’t breathe right now kind of way, everything I’d ever wanted, and more. I hadn’t known I wanted it like that, but JK Rowling had known. She’d known my heart better than I knew it myself, and that is the mark of true writer.

(And there are true writers both in fiction and in fanfiction.)

But, some people may object, what about the porn?

What about it?

Well, it must be said out loud. If normal people (not us; no longer, and not perhaps, ever) have heard of fanfiction at all, they tend to dismiss it as porn, and, indeed, Rule 34 blooms and thrives in our archives as well.

On the other hand, why should this be a bad thing? Who decided (well: we know who; and we also know why) that sex should be shameful? That sexual desire should be secret, and sexual preferences undisclosed and undiscussed? Why is the relationship between a man and a woman, even a relationship which is unloving or abusive or downright unreal, something we’re allowed to have access to, while an MPreg between the Giant Squid and the Archangel Gabriel is not?

(Why is the first one a right of passage and a standard for our real life relationships and something which generates billions of dollars of profit and the second one not normal and never bookmarked and tagged as Seriously, This is Filth, You’ve Been Warned, I Need Jesus?)

Greek mythology is built upon such things, after all, and it blossomed into one of the most astounding periods of human history - fifth-century Athens - a place where, in the space of few short years, Plato and Aristotle and Euripides and Alcibiades worked and lived side by side. A perfect storm of culture and art and beautifully orchestrated politics which still defines most of what we are today.

And yet, look at Theseus’ love life.

(This most great Athenian hero, lord of the sea, destroyer of monsters.)

Theseus/Helen (M/F, Mature, Underage, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Heavy Petting, Fingering, This Is So Sick, I Can’t Believe I’m Writing This); Theseus/Ariadne (M/F, Mature, Dubcon, Kidnapping, First Kiss, First Time, Happy Ending, Sort Of); Theseus/Hippolyta (M/F, Explicit, Enemies-to-Lovers, Dom/Sub, Murder, Major Character Death); Theseus/Phaedra, Phaedra/Hippolytus (M/F, Explicit, Slightly Underage, Major Character Death, Non-Con, Dubcon, Incest If You Squint, Murder By Proxy, Suicide, They’re All Kind Of Assholes, And It’s Great, No Happy Ending, Seriously Don’t Read This If You Like Happy Endings).

Look at Achilles’.

(Oh, Achilles. I have loved you so very much, and I do love you still.)

Achilles/Patroclus (M/M, Teen And Up, Angst And Feels, Topping From The Bottom, Established Relationship, SO MUCH PAIN); Achilles/Penthesilea (M/F, Explicit, Major Character Death, Dubcon, First Kiss, Enemies-to-Lovers, Necrophilia, Blood-Soaked Pagan Manpain, Can You Spoil The End Of A Series That’s Been Finished For Two Decades?).

And, of course, we have to mention the gods.

Zeus, for instance.

Zeus/Leda (M/F, Explicit, Zoophilia, Non-Con, I Actually Watched Videos Of Swans Mating For This, Author Is Sleep-Deprived); Zeus/Alcmene (M/F/M, Sort Of, Explicit, Dubcon, Issues Of Consent, Theological Stuff, T Is For Trash, Frustratingly Vague Magical Realism); Zeus/Ganymede (M/M, M/F, Mature, Underage, Dubcon, Zeus Is An Eagle But They Have Sex As Humans, Mentions Of Slavery, Light Dom/Sub Play); Zeus/Semele (M/F, Mature, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Death, MPreg, Loads of Angst, Like Wow); Zeus/Other (I’m So Sorry He’s Gonna Fuck Everyone At Some Point).

(Those were actual AO3 tags, by the way, and also perfectly adequate summaries for most of the classical literature we know. I mean, don’t get me started on Apuleius’ Metamorphoses.)

If people want to write PWP because they want to, er, have fun and, er, make other people happy, I say let them. They’re not hurting anyone. They’re also taking back control from more traditional sources of, er, joy.

(Things whose goal is to generate money; things which tend to perpetuate the status quo and enforce it, and which are not, therefore, art. Things we need to take control back from, because we’ll never be rid of them and everybody masturbates and it’s a joyous and relaxing activity and it’s time we talked about it.)

But from what I see in the community - sure, the PWP is appreciated after a long day at the office, and it’s fun (and oh so challenging) to write (those published authors who keep getting Bad Sex awards should have a look at AO3 and see how it’s done), but what keeps people coming back is what will always keep people coming back: everything else.

The painful, heartwrenching, slow-burn stories.

The case stories; the adventure stories.

The what if AUs.

The My life is so unbearable right now, please give me something else to think about stories.

The idea that books can save your life is not new - I loved Arabian Nights, but it was another novel, Fred Uhlman’s Beneath the Lightning and the Moon, which really did it for me - the idea, brought forward by this German Jew writer who’d witnessed three wars, that (when all’s said and done) everything we are is just that - stories. That’s what keeps us from going mad - the stories we tell each other. The stories we tell ourselves.

And this is what will be remembered after we pass away.

We’re all stories, in the end.

(Just make it a good one, eh?)

And the other reason I am grateful to fanfiction and I love fanfiction and I will defend it to the death - well, that’s way more political.

In the years since that day in the mountains, I’ve kept reading and writing and studying. I am now a fanfiction writer myself. I’ve also been strongly encouraged - even ordered, one would say - to keep up with the news obsessively, because of my job (I am an interpreter). Which I do. For the same reason, I listen to a variety of things - political debates, scientific conferences, TED talks, podcasts about anything and everything. And, well, what is happening in the world isn’t - mostly - very encouraging. More people fleeing their homes. More people fighting. More people burning down trees and keeping employees into unhealthy factories and forcing livestock into pitiful conditions so the rest of us can thrive in gilded abundance.

One thing, though, gives me hope; one thing I’m awed by.

Three in four people can now read and write. Two in four are connected to the internet. Two in five speak English (which, I should specify, isn’t per se a sign of advancing civilization, but still means we have an eye-watering widespread lingua franca).

Which means that for the first time in the whole of human history, we can communicate with each other, and we can do it instantly. We can share opinions and photos and feelings. Everywhere, anytime, with anyone.

(Almost.)

And we are (perhaps too slowly; perhaps not enough) taking control of how information is spread. Of which information is spread.

People were wary of online content in the beginning (I remember this well; I was one of them); they (we) feared that anyone could say anything. That it would become more difficult to tell apart fact from fiction.

(We scoffed at the idea of an open source, user-generated encyclopedia; and look at us now.)

And, yes, it’s not perfect. There are quack bloggers and fake things all over the internet; propaganda and paranoia and scams. Then again, it was never perfect. Humans are peculiar creatures. We feed on wishful thinking and lies. This will never, I think, change. The internet has little to do with it.

But, on the other hand, the internet is also exposing lies. It’s making it more difficult for governments to hide things, and for a handful of media (of rich people) to control what we know about an event - because there’s always someone else there. There will always be at least one other person there - on the site of an explosion, in the middle of a political rally, in a city under siege - someone who will tweet or facebook share what is actually going on. What blew me away, for instance, is what happened recently at the COP21 in Paris: there was one very important meeting the press hadn’t been given permission to attend, and two random students from New Zealand - who were there as representatives of some youth movement - live-blogged the entire thing, including personal comments, memes and reactions gifs, through a Google document.

Hashtag Imagine Yalta, one could say.

And, well, I think fanfiction plays a role in all this.

Now, I’m not a fanfiction expert of any description, and I’m not a researcher - I’ve only seen this happening because I got obsessed with Supernatural and I started poking here and there on the internet - I write stories about the show, and the occasional meta, but I also love to read other people’s analyses, which means I lurk around on tumblr - and I have the feeling something special is unfolding. We are slowly learning to reject a system based on privilege and competition and I paid for my knowledge, go get your own to embrace a more egalitarian, inspiring model; a Here is what I know, because this my area of expertise, please enjoy and leave a comment and tell me something I don’t know in exchange. I read metas about the use of colours and props and lighting. I read an AU Destiel story where they are both actors which had footnotes - footnotes - explaining how the job works. I learned about botany and the American school system and classical music. I stumbled upon a blog for writers where you could just ask, One of my characters is an African-American girl who grew up in Detroit in the 1990s. Anyone here knows what that was like? - and someone would answer, share tiny details of their own life so someone else’s words would ring more true.

What’s happening is, we’re taking back our content. We’re saying, creating stories isn’t the prerogative of big corporations. It’s about people sitting in a circle and weaving magic for each other. For free. Because it gives us joy and sorrow, and we need them both (so much).

And, perhaps even more importantly, by analysing books and movies and shows and animes and mangas so very carefully, by writing (and reading) stories about them, I feel we are learning to think more clearly. We are seeing what works and what doesn’t in a story. We are training each other to read and understand subtext. Those of us who were lucky enough to have great teachers - people who taught us how to see the box, and how to think outside it - are encouraging others to go beyond the standard I liked it, I hate it, I meh. To ask why. And - even - to ask cui bono.

Because this is, the way I see it, the beating heart of everything. Our societies are built and maintained by stories. The best storytellers control it all. It’s that simple.

Money is, perhaps, the most successful of those stories - the idea that paper money, or even coins, are worth anything at all, is the pinnacle of human storytelling. A miracle of fiction.

And also politics, of course. Now, there are other factors which come into play here - most notably, this indefinable like/dislike thing we have around people, that feeling we all have instinctively (which has to do, perhaps, with smell or symmetry or some hormonal madness); this thing perhaps best expressed by the Would you buy a used car from this man? phenomenon. It’s messy and complicated and very often a gut feeling we should or shouldn’t trust.

I’m not saying that words are everything.

On the other hand, there is more to words than we know. Recent research has shown, for instance, a clear link between hexameters and an area of the brain which usually lights up around addictive foods and drugs. As far as I understand it, what they did was read epic poetry to people - the language didn’t even matter - they read Homer, in Greek, to people who’d never heard the language before - and this thing, the simple alternation between long and short syllable in a precise, well-structured way - our brains react to that. Our brains say, Like. Our brains say, More.

Good writers, and good politicians, never needed the study to be carried out. They knew about it already. If you analyse advertisements and novels and political propaganda and speeches, you’ll find plenty of hexameters.

But the idea that not only they sound nice, but that they actually prey on your brain - they touch you in a way you are not aware of being touched - that’s powerful stuff.

Language is powerful stuff.

(It runs the world.)

And, in my opinion, reading and writing is the best way to make it ours; to understand it better, so it cannot be used against us.

This is why places like AO3 are not only entertaining - they are revolutionary. They represent a community of tens of thousands of people coming together and changing the world in the only way we truly can change the world: by changing ourselves first. By making ourselves better, smarter, more aware.

So hold your heads up. Keep caring about stories, keep writing and reading them all (even the coffeeshop AUs; even the tentacle porn). Be bold. Be joyous. Be free.

And thank you, for everything.

[If you’re curious about my fics, here is my AO3 page. Hi!]

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REASONS I HATE SEVERUS SNAPE AND ALBUS DUMBLEDORE- A Rant

@nooowestayandgetcaught made me post this

Disclaimer 1: this is very long so only read it if you've got some time

Disclaimer 2: if you think the friendzone is a thing stop reading now because you won't like what's in this and I don't want your comments because they'll just piss me off.

-Severus "Friendzone" Snape

We begin at the youngest we know Severus Snape, he's around nine.

He meets Lily Evans and immediately insults Petunia, her sister, while trying to befriend Lily.

Snape then goes on to tell Lily all about the wizarding world and when she asks if her being muggleborn will effect how people see and treat her, he lies to her face by saying "no". (I hate the entire chapter The Prince's Tale it's awful what is it chapter 33? Avoid at all costs)

He drops a large tree branch on Petunia's head when she insults his shirt (petunia is another post) and then again lies to Lilly's face about it.

When Lily is clearly distressed about Petunia saying she hates her Snapes first reaction is "so what she's only a-" and cuts himself off before Lily hears what he thinks of her sister.

Snape doesn't take Lily's concerns about the people he hangs out with seriously even though they both know the people he hangs out with despise muggleborns like Lily. "I thought we were friends, best friends?" You manipulative piece of shit.

He tries to change the subject from the dark magic they did on Mary Macdonald to James Potter and the Marauders bc he just doesn't like them (they did bully him at this point but he gave as good as he got and didn't go to anyone about it but that didn't have a place in this conversation)

Says he "won't let her" think of James Potter in a positive light for SAVING HIS LIFE and only backtracks when Lily gets angry.

Stops listening to Lily once she says James is an arrogant toerag and doesn't hear her say that his friends are EVIL.

Do I need to describe this one? "I don't need help from a filthy little mudblood!"

Tries to apologize and all he can think of to say is "sorry" and "it just slipped out" and "I didn't mean it" Lily tears him a new one and I love her.

-Now we're on adult Snape woo if none of that convinced you bc he's still a child get a load of this.

Joins The Death Eaters knowing that they attack and Kill muggleborns like he Supposed Love of His Life Lily

Continues to pine for Lily even though she's MARRIED with a CHILD (OH NO SHE FRIENDZONED ME SHE MADE ME THINK I HAD A CHANCE no asshat the friendzone doesn't exist just bc a woman is nice to you doesn't mean she has to date you newsflash some people are just genuinely KIND and that's how they treat everybody it doesn't mean the girl owes you sex or a relationship a girl owes you NOTHING for being nice to you that is her choice that she's nice to you and she is allowed to change her opinion at anytime and she does not OWE YOU ANYTHING FOR HER KINDNESS if anything you owe her to be kind back and not demand sex and a Relationship from her just bc she is kind to you)

Overhears a prophecy that could be about Lily and her family (bc he only hears the born as the seventh month dies he will have power the dark lord knows not) he has to know Lily is pregnant and he can count and figure out when she's going to have the baby and tells Voldemort anyways.

Begs Dumbledore to spare Lily's life to protect her and says nothing about her husband and son.

ONLY SAYS ANYTHING ABOUT JAMES AND HARRY after Dumbledore calls him out for it and even then its grudgingly bc he knows Dumbledore won't listen unless he includes them as well.

Once James and Lily are dead (my loves I miss them) he goes to their house, steps of James' body, ignores their bleeding and crying son, and hugs and cries over Lily'a lifeless body even though she said she never wanted to see him again and didn't care about her own life as long as her son is safe and he's sitting there ignoring her son to care about her life because he doesn't give two shits about what she actually thinks only that he lost the potential to steal her away from her family.

Doesn't do anything for the infant who is bleeding and sobbing

DOESNT DO ANYTHING FOR THE INFANT WHO IS BLEEDING AND SOBBING

Goes to Dumbledore upset bc he "let Lily die" (I'll get back to that) and only after persuasion agrees to "protect" Harry

Snape gets a job as Potions Master and is a GIANT DICK to a bunch of CHILDREN who are there bc they have to be and they want to learn.

Harry comes to Hogwarts (side note: if Snape really wanted to protect Harry bc it's what Lily would have wanted wouldn't he have at least sneakily checked up on Harry while he lived with the Dursleys? No one knew where that was it's not like other death eaters would see him.....) and Snape calls him out with questions that you don't actually learn about until sixth year at Hogwarts and verbally abuses him.

I'm not going to write ever instance of Snape being a dick to students bc JK Rowling already published that and I don't feel like writing out the complete Harry Potter series.

Snape is Neville Longbottom's WORST FEAR in the ENTIRE WORLD and Neville was dropped out of a WINDOW as a child what does that say abt Snape it says he's a dick

"Potters been crossing lines ever since he got to this school he should be expelled" I mean just bc you were completely incompetent and couldn't get rid of Quirrell doesn't mean you can shout at a 12 yr old that he should be expelled for finding a way to get to school when he couldn't get to the train. (Wait the crossing lines bit is in goblet of fire isn't it he says something along those lines during COS tho whatever)

Calls Hermione, a 14 year old girl, an insufferable know-it-all bc she knows the answer to his question when NO ONE ELSE DID Like how much more of a jackass can you be

AFTER DRACO CURSED HERMIONES TEETH SNAPE LOOKS AT HER WITH HER FRONT TEETH DOWN TO HER COLLAR AND SAYS "I see no difference" I swear to god I would've decked him right then and there consequences be damned.

Just. Gives Umbridge Veriteserum to use on CHILDREN WHICH IS ILLEGAL (not doing anything abt umbridge using the blood quills is mostly dumbledores fault but it can also be put on the whole rest of the staff who should've noticed)

Not saying anything to Harry when he says Voldy has Sirius in the DOM and checking himself and then still not telling Harry so they go to the DOM and Sirius dies Snape is Responsible for Sirius' death (also Dumbledore but later)

Just like. The entire sixth book.

Book Seven he's headmaster of hogwarts and just fucking. Lets children be tortured. What a Good Guy am I right. I don't give a SHIT abt his cover as a "spy" he could've done something abt the kids under his care being tortured without giving himself away.

Asks Harry to look at him when he dies so he can look into Harry's green eyes and pretend they're Lily's bc he is obsessed with her.

Honestly I'm disgusted by this man. He was obsessed with who he thought Lily was and didn't care what she actually thought or felt. That isn't love. You can't tell me that Severus Snape was in love with Lily Potter because it simply isn't true.

He was obsessed with the image of her that he had painted in his mind. He didn't love Lily Potter, he loved the IDEA of a girl sort of like Lily who he could control and who wouldn't care that he hates everything she stands for. Snape had this glorified image of Lily in his mind that no matter what he did, who he killed, hurt, or tortured, still loved him despite him being a dirty piece of shitty bigoted garbage.

I hate Severus Snape because he's the actual worst.

-Albus Pathetic Wanker Bullshitty Dumbledore

I would like to preface this part by saying Albus Dumbledore is a glorified piece of shit.

ANYWAYS

I'm going to just start at Harry's life because I'm too lazy to do Dumbledick's entire 150 years of life.

If you want me to do it the rest of it message me and I'll do it later but rn you get the affects of his actions on an innocent child! Wooo!!

So. Dumbledore had to have known Peter Pettigrew was the spy bc he also had his Spy (who will from now on be referred to as Friendzone) in the death eaters INNER CIRCLE so he would've known a majority of the people who are death eaters so he would've known who the spy is in the order and subsequently would tell Dumbledore. So. The only way he wouldn't have is if Dumbledore didn't even ask.

Once the Potters are dead he???

Okay wait. So that whole day before Dumbledore showed up at Privet Drive, McGonagall was watching the Dursleys. Was that November First? Did Dumbledore not drop Harry off until the end of the day November first? It had to have been bc Vernon Dursley saw the wizards talking abt voldies downfall. So??? Where was Harry that entire day???? Why couldn't Dumbledore have brought him??? Why did hagrid have to use Sirius' motorbike that he had gotten??? The night before??? Why couldn't Dumbledore have floo'd somewhere close? Or portkeyed? Why? The next day? This is a hole in information I would like filled.

OKAY ANYWAY So the Potters are dead and Dumbledore decides "hey! You know what's a great idea!! I'm going to bring the one year old child to live with people who I know very well hate magic and who numerous people have told me are unfit to take care of this child but hey! Sounds like a blast! Let's do it!" Like what? What kind of person are you? I thought you learned that the Greater Good nonsense was exactly that. Nonsense.

Keeps this child in aforementioned Abusive Home for TEN YEARS without checking up on him, without so much as a visit to see if he's still alive. Nope. Just ten years later "oh look a letter for me"

Forcing Harry to return to the dursleys year after year STILL NOT CHECKING UP ON HIM HARRY RUNS AWAY IN THIRD YEAR AND DOES DUMBLEDORE CARE? NOPE.

For a child he supposedly cares so much about he certainly does little to ensure he's okay.

HARRYS FIRST YEAR- Dumbledore thought it was a great idea to bring the one thing at the time that can bring Voldemort back to life into hogwarts the year Harry gets there. Yeah. Suspicious? Wait. There's more.

Dumbledore gives Harry the invisibility cloak for Christmas which allowed him to break the rules all the time. (It's literally Harry's property like James would probably have given it to Harry before he left for hogwarts. Why did Dumbledore keep it for so long? Why not put it in the Potter vault where Harry can get it when he comes of ages and has access to it? Why give it to him then?)

Dumbledore puts the mirror of erised in a random classroom that the only other thing in it is some desks so it's not like that room is being used for storage. Where Harry conveniently finds it! While using his invisibility cloak to sneak out after curfew! For trying to protect someone he sure does give him a lot of opportunity to get into dangerous situations.

The trials before the stone! Yeah! These will totally stop a wizard who is possessed by the dark lord! They're so hard three first year students can get through! What do you mean that doesn't mean they're difficult?

I believe with all of my heart when he was asking people to put protections in front of the stone they all gave him REALLY DIFFICULT THINGS like that no one could get through without previous knowledge of how or being the one who created it (meaning they would all have to go down and disable their own trap before retrieving the stone which is the SMART COURSE OF ACTION) and Dumbledore was just like. Naaah. I think yours should be a plant that every first year class learns about. Yours should be some keys that fly around like a bunch of snitches with some brooms (fool proof amiright) yours should be a giant chess set bc NO ONE IN THE WIZARDING WORLD PLAYS CHESS ANYMORE. You can do whatever u want oh a troll? Cool cool. You should do some potions with a riddle telling you what's what that's a good idea yes yes and I'll do a mirror this is FOOL PROOF.

I hate this man.

He lets himself be manipulated into leaving the school so the trio can go try to DIE AGAINST VOLDEMORT yeah great idea

Second year (I'm not doing every year this is getting long ) he KNEW it was Voldemort opening the chamber of secrets the easiest way for him to be doing that is through possession why didn't he search students belongings for the object that could be possessing them or the students for signs nope let's just let myself get kicked out of the school.

Fourth year bc of him NOT WANTING TO CHEAT IN A GAME EVERYONE CHEATS AT Harry almost dies numerous times.

Harry comes out of the maze clutching Cedric's body and Dumbledore tells Harry to stay near him when??? Harry very obviously was just TORTURED? He's beaten and bloody and can barely stand on his own and you expect him to be able to stay where you tell him to when there are a million people around who can take him away? Which happens? Barty Crouch takes him?

And Dumbledore doesn't arrive on the scene UNTIL CROUCH IS DONE MONOLOGUING AND IS ABT TO KILL HARRY LIKE WTF

"I suspected something like this would happen" IF YOU SUSPECTED IT WHY DIDNT YOU DO ANYTHING ABIUT IT UUUGGHHHHH

Makes Harry's only source of familial comfort leave to go find some people when Dumbledore very well could have owled them himself? Sirius didn't have to leave lbr he could've been there a little while longer while Harry recovered.

FIFTH YEAR. WHAT A SHIT SHOW.

Dumbledore doesn't find a dada prof in time so the ministry sends umbitch and she tortures children and Dumbledore??? Never notices??? Umm? That sounds fake but okay. How does he not notice??

DUMBLEDORE TELLS HARRY REPEATEDLY HES NOT READY TO HEAR THE PROPHECY BUT YEAH RIGHT AFTER YOUR ONLY PARENTAL FIGURE DIES THAT IS THE PERFECT TIME TO TELL HIM THAT HES THE REASON VOLDEMORT WENT AFTER AND KILLED HIS PARENTS GOOD JOB DUMBLEDOUCHE

The entirety of the sixth book again.

Dumbledore is grooming Harry to sacrifice himself and making Harry think of him as a grandfather-type figure, when he knows he going to die by the end of the year. You're a great person. I love ripping people's parental figures away from them REPEATEDLY ITS JUST GREAT FUN.

The seventh book is just. All of the shit Dumbledore beat into Harry's head making him not trust anyone "Dumbledore gave me this job and I can't tell anybody about it sorry I can't ask for help Dumbledore said I can't and you know Dumbledore rules over my life even after he's dead bc that's a Good Thing I know I'm doing what Dumbledore wanted I'm gonna go fuckin DIE bc Dumbledore said that it is the ONLY WAY ITS THE ONLY WAY GOTTA DIE"

The thing is. Dumbledore conditioned Harry so that he took his word as gospel and didn't even question it. And he conditioned him to think that he is not as important as everyone else, that his life doesn't matter as much as the lives of everyone else. Like??? Can you fucking not??? Every life is just as important as the next??? There are no NECESSARY SACRIFICES no one needs to be sacrificed. A lot of people died in the battle of hogwarts that didn't need to die who's deaths could've been avoided. People who died throughout the series who didn't need to die. A lot of the deaths in this series can be attributed to Dumbledore's careless attitude towards the lives of others.

He threw children into a war when he should've let them be children. There were plenty of adults who could've done the job Harry Ron and Hermione did. Dumbledore himself could've spent the time he was conditioning Harry to be a sacrificial lamb LOOKING FOR HORCRUXES he knew existed at the latest by the time the end of the second book rolls around. Get With It Dumbledore.

I hate Albus Dumbledore because he's actual garbage.

The End

#albus dumbledouche #severus friendzone snape #harry potter #anit-snape #anti-dumbledore #the life and times of glove23

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danreblogsstuff · 8 years ago

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I was tagged by @darklordtomarry (who fills all my tagging needs)

What is your name? Dan

How old are you? 29

What houses are you in? Slytherin

What kind of blog do you run? Mostly a personal/multi-shipping blog. It was supposed to be about my published writing but I feel so guilty and weird about promoting work and indirectly asking people to waste their money on me. So it became a blog for all the gay crap I like pretty fast.

Your patronus? A hippogriff. Which is apparently rare? (although I’m pretty sure the test says that for everyone, because it seems like one of those sites that would do that)

Your Pottermore house results? Slytherin, which I will always disagree with because I have zero ambition and manipulating people is too much work. Honestly, if the Hat were real, it’d probably put me in Gryffindor. Not because I’m brave or whatever, but because it seems like the best house for lazy people who just want to scrape by.

Which book is your favourite? Goblet of Fire. Voldemort’s ridiculously over the top villain speech to Harry literally saved my last book. I was totally stuck at the end, and I had like five different plot points I needed to get across, and eventually I remembered Voldy’s speeches and was like “If JK Rowling can get away with this, I can too” and then I just had the bad guy explain everything to the captured hero. Easy and fun to write.

Which book is your least favourite? Deathly Hallows. Horcrux hunting is my least favorite thing to read, and I get so bored every time a fanfic gets to that part.

Which movie is your favourite? Chamber of Secrets, I guess. Mostly for Young Hot Tom.

Which movie is your least favourite? Half Blood Prince? I liked the Tom stuff (and I didn’t dislike the actor who played young Tom nearly as much as most people seem to, though I totally get why they do) but it just seemed so aimless. Like, what was the point of anything that happened in that movie except for the last 30 minutes or so?

What is your favourite quote? Pretty much any time Voldemort gives a big speech to anyone. Dude is so dramatic and try hard, I love it.

Favourite Potter? Harry, of course.

Favourite Weasley? Arthur. Dude just wants to get along and collect his plugs. I can relate.

Favourite Malfoy? Lucius

Favourite Black? Regulus

Favourite Marauder? Remus, I guess. Though I generally don’t like any of them.

Favourite Golden Trio? Harry

Favourite Silver Trio? Neville

Favourite female character? McGonagall

Favourite male character? Voldemort

Favourite professor? Tie between Snape and Crouch-as-Moody. (Mostly because I love Barty and want to know more about him)

Favourite house? Slytherin, I suppose. Though I love the fandom stereotype of Hufflepuff being filled with adorable, naive cinnamon buns.

Which character do you dislike the most? Honestly? James Potter. I knew way too many people like him in school, and they were all assholes to me in some way, so his character always rubbed me wrong. Especially the way everyone but Snape creams their pants over him.

What ships are your favourite? Tom/Harry, Voldemort/Harry, Draco/Harry are the top two (three?), but I’ll give almost any male character any Harry a shot, especially if they’re an antagonist. Not Ron though. Ron/Harry just never clicked with me.

Is there a movie you liked more than its book? Not really. At this point I think I have more problems with HP canon, book or movie, than not though.

If you could make up your own house what would be the traits? Leaving me alone, giving me money, leaving positive comments/reviews on everything I write.

...oh fine I’ll do it seriously. Allowing people to express themselves freely, tolerance for ideas and opinions regardless of how they make a specific person feel, giving facts more weight than feelings, healthy respect for privacy, must love pets.

What would your Amortentia smell like? Freshly fallen snow, vanilla, that spot where the thigh meets the torso.

Which do you prefer, owls, cats or a frog? Cats.

Which is your favourite Harry Potter era? Harry’s era. Specifically the time after PoA and before the end of OotP.

This was fun. Not tagging anyone specific, as usual. But if anyone wants to do this and tag me back so I can read it I’d enjoy that :)

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so I can't speak for everyone on why I love pansy but really for me it's just the fact that she /was/ such a terrible character. Not just like, a bad person, but she was so, SO poorly written. I am forever going to be spiteful towards jkr for creating such a one dimensional character that seems to embody everything stereotypical and bad about a teenage girl without ever giving any any HINT that she could have a personality beyond 'blood purist'. So for me, it's kind of like what we've done with-

the marauders, which is build a character on minimal information. obviously we have more to go on with the marauders but I guess I'm trying to say- Nobody really loves /canon pansy/. She was terrible. I get that. But I reject that she was so terribly one dimensional and stuck up and BAD. And nothing against demelza or any of the other underdeveloped female characters in hp but pansy stuck out to me because she /bothered/ me and I guess the others just didn't quite so much.

i don’t want to start anything so i’m going to just kind of lay out my argument in the best way i see how and then be done with this topic (i mean unless i get more asks in which case i can’t help myself but anyway). if you are easily offended/really really love pansy parkinson, don’t read this

pansy didn’t have the space to be a terribly written character because she’s not really in the books at all. i don’t have the time or energy to look through my books right now, but i’ve read the series enough to know for a fact that she was not featured or important enough in them to be developed. it would have been a waste of both words and paper to give us more of her backstory, to describe her, to really show her as a nuanced character because she basically contributed nothing to the story other than being an asshole. it wasn’t as if jk rowling was writing her as a major character and left her underdeveloped - she maybe speaks five times in the entire series, and is definitely in it much much less than the gryffindor girls such as parvati and lavender. pansy serves the purpose jk rowling intended her to. furthermore, you act as if jk rowling creating this underdeveloped, one-dimensional character (which is an assessment i don’t agree with simply because there’s no need to fully develop a character when they barely play a role in a series) is this huge terrible thing, as if she hasn’t created a million, billion other characters for you to choose from. i know i reblogged a post elaborating on this, but you have parvati and lavender (who were both sold short by jk rowling and deserve more love and nuance and actually play a relatively more significant part in the series than pansy) and amelia bones and hannah abbott, all who can be developed wonderfully, and all of who weren’t blood supremacists.

the problem with people in the harry potter fandom who love pansy is that they ignore the blood purist part of her personality. it’s fine if you want to also make pansy obsessed with bunnies or really into painting, but you cannot ignore or erase the fact that she was a blood purist. she supported voldemort. this is not something you can change. i don’t care if she goes through a redemption arc - she still supported voldemort at some point, and that needs to be addressed.

you can make pansy nuanced and add onto her story while not forgetting the fact that she was a blood purist and acknowledging that that is at the forefront of her personality.

for context, think of it this way: death eaters are a metaphor for nazis. i, and hopefully you, wouldn’t give a shit if a nazi or a nazi supporter loved to paint, was a “strong woman”, or had a multidimensional personality. THEY WOULD STILL BE A NAZI.

this brings me to my next point: PANSY PARKINSON IS NOT A FEMINIST. i have no idea how anyone can justify this to themselves... anyone who is the equivalent of a nazi can never and will never be a feminist. i do not care how strong of a woman they are, how snarky they are, how tough they are. they do not respect all women, and therefore they are not a feminist. i don’t even know why i need to say this, because it should just be common sense.

now, onto the topic of death eaters = nazis. jk rowling has said many, many times that she wrote the death eaters as an allegory for the nazis. voldemort, therefore, represents hitler. i feel like a lot of harry potter fans forget this, and if they kept this in mind, would be a lot less apologetic of voldemort’s supporters.

there’s a trend i’ve seen recently in the harry potter fandom, and it’s one of shipping characters and those who want to oppress them. i don’t know if you guys just throw together two characters without regard to their personalities or backgrounds or if you actually just don’t care, but i’ve seen some rather disturbing pairings. i don’t think you realize that shipping people like hermione and tom riddle is disgusting because that’s literally like shipping a jewish person and adolph hitler in 1940s germany. how do you not find that wrong? there are certain ships that simply should not exist, and others that can only exist with meticulous character development and/or a complete changing of canon. pansy/hermione is one of these. pansy bullied hermione on multiple occassions and supported a person who literally wanted hermione killed. i’m sorry, but that doesn’t scream “they’re in love!” to me. if you want to ship p*nsmione or whatever the hell, go ahead and do so (i can’t stop you), but you need to be aware of why it’s wrong. the only way i, myself, can justify the ship is with miles and miles of character development from pansy. and even then, it still feels wrong to me.

which brings me to my next point: why does everyone in this fandom treat hermione like utter and complete shit? it’s all very lowkey, not very overt, but it’s evident in literally almost every ship you guys make up for her. IT IS NOT HERMIONE GRANGER’S JOB TO REDEEM ANYONE. she is a muggle-born, and, honestly, if i was her, i would never ever in a million years fall in love with or even get near someone who had been complicit in my oppression. ever. i understand that some of the most popular ships in this fandom (namely, dr*mione) are sometimes written in a way in which draco redeems himself on his own and then has to work for hermione’s love, and while i personally can never feel comfortable with that, i do find that less disturbing and don’t really have as much of a problem with people shipping that. the problem is that people usually don’t take that route, and so it is left to hermione to change her oppressors.

on the topic of draco, another thing that the harry potter fandom does not seem to understand: SLYTHERIN HOUSE IS SYSTEMICALLY RACIST (i.e. BLOOD SUPREMACIST) IN CANON. i’m not talking about like if you personally think you’re cunning or whatever and sort yourself into slytherin so don’t come message me with dumb ass “i’m not racist!!!” comments. i’m saying that the house of slytherin is literally a racist house. i don’t know how you guys can argue like the founder of it was literally like “i only want to teach purebloods.” obviously not every single god damn slytherin is racist, just like every single white person is not personally racist, but as a whole, the group is complicit in oppression of muggle borns. i don’t know how it’s so easy for you guys to see this in the real world when it comes to white people, or straight people, but you can’t acknowledge this in slytherin house. furthermore, slytherin house is all about tradition and family values, so it’s no surprise that this way of thinking festered and thrived in the house, as many of the students would simply be parroting their parents. like i don’t know why you guys want to argue so hard against this fact - it’s a book series. there are people who are more bad than others. the slytherins, as a house (NOT AS INDIVIDUALS), are these people.

but i’ve gotten off track. here’s what i really want to say about pansy. IF YOU DON’T FEEL LIKE READING THE REST, AT LEAST READ THIS: pansy parkinson is a bad person. there’s no use fighting it - there are bad people in books, just like there are in life, and pansy is one of these. it does not mean you can’t like her character. it does not even mean that you can’t add your own nuance to her character, make your own headcanons for her. what it does mean is this: YOU CANNOT ERASE THE FACT THAT PANSY IS A BLOOD SUPREMACIST. NO MATTER WHAT THEIR PERSONALITY, A NAZI IS A NAZI, END OF STORY.

#literally come at me if you want i don't give a fuck because i'm honestly so done with the harry potter fandom #anti pansy #hp #anon #hey look people actually want to talk to me

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the-yunhaneul · 8 years ago

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OOC WEEK: DAY FOUR

When and how did you get into Harry Potter?: Honestly, HP was one of things where when the films started coming out I saw them, owned the DVDs etc. but I wasn’t hugely obsessed with it? Keep in mind I was 4 when the first film came out so my interests were very different, I was too busy watching Barbie movies and dealing with a new baby sister to be bothered by films in the same way I am now. I continued to get the films and watch them but it wasn’t until I was about 13/14 that the obsession got deep. I think that’s really the age tbh where I needed HP, I needed this idea of magic and this whole other world within our own where things seemed so much better and I needed to be a part of that, and ever since it’s been a growing love tbh. Though I’ll also admit I have a love/hate relationship with HP, for as many things it’s given me there are many things I question or find a little faulty?? If that’s the right word. Basically I feel like HP is my problematic fave of series :’)

Favourite HP movie? Why?: Without a doubt Goblet of Fire. I just love the whole thing, how much new information it gave us about the other schools, the more vivid inclusion of dragons and other magical creatures/beings. Also I love Cedric Diggory, I think he’s such an underrated character and frustratingly he’s only in that one film when he’s mentioned more in the earlier books. I also feel like poor Cedric gets hated on a lot because people think he’s a bit of a dick and forget that the books are basically in Harry’s POV and he’s jealous of Cedric so obviously the way he’s described and viewed is more negative then it needs to be. Basically Cedric deserved better and I love him in that film and the Twi-Wizard Tournament was a cool plot, I think.

Favourite HP book? Why?: I won’t lie, I feel like a sham... I haven’t read all the books, but hear me out on this, as I said earlier I didn’t get into HP until I was about 13/14 and then I started to read the books but then suddenly my GCSE exams were coming up and any reading I did ended up being reading for school and if I did read anything for leisure they were short stories or things that could help towards my GCSE exams. Then I went to college, took English Literature and as you can imagine that meant a lot more reading for school soooooo I never finished the series, I do intend to but I have like a long list of books I want to read/am reading/series I need to finish so who knows when it’ll happen. However, I will say I like the first book, I think the first book is a lovely introduction to the world of HP.

Favourite HP character? Why?: I love Neville. Adore him. Honestly, a part of me would’ve really liked Neville to have even more significance throughout the series, I feel like he played the part of a fool for so long and even though by the Deathly Hallows he’d matured and became a hero I still think he deserved more. I think there’s not a lot of appreciation for young Neville and everything he’s going through, there’s not enough recognition for the fact that he’s in a really difficult family situation and he deals with everything so well, he’s a kid who’s unpopular and not initially great at magic, living knowing his parents were tortured into a state of madness and I feel like not enough of that is appreciated? Plus tbh I think it would’ve been the best plot twist if he were actually the chosen one and Harry was just some diversion and Neville saved the day, I also would’ve liked it if Neville killed Bellatrix tbh or if he’d played more of a part in her demise because of her involvement in making his life extremely difficult.

Least favourite HP character, plot, or ship (or all three)?: My least favourite character is Peter Pettigrew because tbh I just feel like he was a twat and I feel like he was undeserving of being in Gryffindor, undeserving of the friendship he found in that house and undeserving of forgiveness. Plus it really urks me every time I hear Ron tell Harry there wasn’t a Death Eater who wasn’t Slytherin and I’m like “YOU’RE FUCKING RAT IS A GRYFFINDOR TRAITOR, RON!” because I’m very defensive of my house :’) My least favourite plot... erm... I don’t really like the whole sort of plot of Harry in pursuit of Cho Chang? I feel like maybe because she’s another character we hear barely anything of and then suddenly Harry is smitten with her and then not like a year after him and Cho are smooching (in front of Cedric’s picture and the pictures of all the relatives who are dead, which is super like weird in my opinion, like ‘oh poor Cedric, he was a good wizard, he really fancied you and now we should make out in front of his picture’ or maybe not, Harry?) but then he’s suddenly into Ginny and I feel like when his attention turns to Ginny our lovely Cho Chang gets sort of thrown to the side and she becomes unimportant again? Basically I feel like Cho Chang was used as a bit of a tool to make the Harry/Ginny thing more of a ‘surprise’ and she deserved better. My least favourite ship is... erm... I’m gonna be honest and go with Tonks and Remus. Don’t get me wrong I love Tonks, I love Remus and I love we get Teddy from them but I just never saw it? Maybe it’s again because in the films Tonks wasn’t really important for such a long time and then suddenly she shows up and oh by the way she loves Remus and suddenly she’s having a baby? And it’s like ‘woah ok what is happening?’. Plus I just think it’s really lame that JK was ‘going to have Remus be LGBT’ but then chose not to... but still made him a werewolf and used the metaphor which must not be named.

What’s your favourite HP-related memory?: You know one of my favourite HP memories is probably becoming part of the HP RPG community, I feel like I’ve learnt so much more about the series from interacting with other people but, more than that, I’ve heard so many new ideas and own headcanons that, to me, make the whole HP universe so much more interesting... Mainly ‘cause JK left a lot of gaps in information that I desperately need.

Why did you decide to start roleplaying HP-related stuff?: Honestly, I’ve only ever really been part of the HP RPG community and I got into it because a friend of mine was in a group and she told me about it but when I was scrolling the tag I found OL instead and the rest, as they say, is history.

Most interesting part of the HP world?: Erm... I think the creatures, tbh most of the reason I liked Fantastic Beasts was the creatures, I’d happily watch a film of just them in their little homes doing their thing.

Your wand: I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea hahahaha so basically when I first got Pottermore it was so great and fantastic and I loved all my info... then they re-did Pottermore and I couldn’t get my old information back because of an email issue so I made a new account and tbh was bitterly disappointed, the house quiz alone in my opinion is just shit now compared to how it used to be, I literally found out my house and then logged out and haven’t logged in since soooooo I’m not sure what my wand is any more :’)

Your patronus: Again, no idea :’)

Your boggart (if you’re okay sharing!): I’m not really sure what my boggart would be, I’m sort of scared of lots of things tbh, I’m a bit of a wimp so Merlin knows what could come out to greet me, could be just about anything and it’d be too much.

What classes would you be best at in Hogwarts?: Probably potions and arithmancy because I have a lot of patience, like to be precise with things and like working with numbers. Though also possibly divination because I’m learning the Tarots.

What classes would you be the worst at?: Probably History of Magic ‘cause at school I struggled with History XD I loved it, I was just not great at remembering dates and stuff like that.

Your favourite thing to do if you were at Hogwarts: The library. Guaranteed.

Favourite supernatural creature from the HP world?: I actually think dementors are like super cool and an awesome idea... though it’s gotta be a niffler, hasn’t it?

Death Eaters or the Order?: I like to think I’d be part of the poor Slytherin group who when shit went down got blamed for everything when they didn’t do anything like ‘send all of Slytherin back to the dungeons’ and I’m stood there like ‘all I’ve one is read all these years’. Tbh I like both groups though, like although the DEs are obviously insane nutters I think some of them are super interesting and a lot of them are products of their families and how they were treated by other people, like is it really a surprise Draco becomes a ‘DE’ when you think of who his family is and how everyone in Hogwarts hated on Slytherin anyway??

Marauders era or Next Gen?: Marauders.

Would you join the quidditch team or cheer from the sidelines?: Ngl I don’t really like sports so I’d probably be in the library, chilling with a book like “siighhh these athletic types”.

If the Triwizard Tournament were allowed, would you put your name in?: Not a fucking chance.

Dorm life: good or bad?: Erm... I dunno, I feel like tbh I’d be a pain to live with or find other people a pain to live with because I’m very organised and neat and space lacking that would drive me crazy.

From canon HP, who would be your favourite teacher?: Flitwick, without a doubt.

If you could make J.K Rowling write another series (and write it well), would you? And if so, what would you have it focus on?: I’d have it focus on minor characters and what they were doing while Harry was getting into shit, like I’m all for big plots and death but think how much just daily random stuff must happen in a magic school? Like give me a series on the rest of the Gryffindor dorm and what they were doing during the year. Give me a book series about Luna, Cho Chang, Oliver Wood etc.

#olooc

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