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it kind of bothers me that after all this time people still dont understand how sorting works in harry potter
its not necessarily based on the characteristics you possess, its the ones you value, and that my friends is completely different. that is why the sorting hat considers your choice, otherwise why would he bother with your opinion
primary examples would be hermione, wormtail and lockhart
House elves finding blades/razors/etc and leaving nice little notes to the owners telling them that they’re beautiful
House elves figuring out which students aren’t eating and gently leaving small treats near their beds
House elves having a stash of chocolate/comfort food for students when they have anxiety attacks or breakdowns
House elves taking care of the students
Lupin finding the kids with depression and teaching them Patronuses so the dementors don’t affect them as much
McGonagall keeping a stash of chocolate all of Harry’s third year because she knows which kids will be most affected by the Dementors and also which kids she can bring into her office with that excuse because they’re having a breakdown
Hogwarts teachers desperately trying to make sure all their students with depression avoid the Dementors
Alternately, the kids with depression being the first to face off against a Dementor because they know all the tricks.
The kids with depression defending the other kids when one passes by because they know how to function in the grey.
The kids with depression having the biggest, gaudiest patronuses because they have power.
They’ve already learned how to survive a Dementor long before they had magic.
For all of the Canon Harry Potter’s failings, Harry Potter headcanons literally make the world a better place.
a scene that really bothers me in HBP is when Ginny feeds Harry that pie thing and she is like “don’t you trust me?” and then just feeds it to him all nicely
because I honestly believe that book!Ginny would have said “don’t you trust me?” and then she would proceed to shove the pie in his face and then say “your mistake!” and just like run away laughing her head off and Harry would just be sitting there with pie stuck to his face and a small grin thinking ‘wow this girl is perfect’
id like think im an alternative badass girl who doesn’t give a fuck and doesnt live by societys rules, but in reality i do all my homework and never back talk teachers and i say “please” and “thank you” and “sorry” way too much.
this post is making me rethink my life why
Hermione Granger did all of those things and was still a total badass
I feel better
he is so smart
with his scar
and his broomstick
- actual canon line by Draco Malfoy
Is there a link to proof…
(it’s not actually canon)
are you calling me a liar
Dumbledore: Welcome back to another year of Hogwarts!
Dumbledore: I actually don't know why your parents still send you here
Dumbledore: There's like a 30% chance you'll die tragically
Dumbledore: And it just goes up every year
Dumbledore: I guess that just means all your parents hate you
Dumbledore: Great let's have some pumpkin juice
James: Heyyy bff you should totally be our secret keeper yeah??
Sirius: Nah dude. My animagus form, the reflection of my innermost soul, is a dog, the most loyal animal ever. You should probably go with guy who turns into a rat instead, the universal symbol for betrayal.
James: Ahh yeah dude you're right omg kay cool thanks bro
Harry disappears from the wizarding world for a little while after the fall of Voldemort and only like Ron Hermione and Ginny know where he’s gone
but he’s traveling. he considered backpacking Europe, but then he realized he’d had enough of camping for at least twenty years, so he teaches himself to drive and pulls enough strings to get himself an American drivers’ license and and then he’s off on a roadtrip in a beat-up car that’s still fast as anything. he doesn’t use magic if he can help it because it feels tainted, feels like it belongs to the war, feels like it marks him out again as someone with power and responsibility and the weight of a world on his shoulders. and for now he wants to find out what it is not to be a world-saving wizard, but just to be Harry.
and he meets a lot of strangers (he figures it’s safe enough picking up hitchhikers when they’re more than likely muggles and he’s got his wand if anything bad happens) and he learns what it’s like to be just another face, another car on the road and he learns all sorts of stuff on the radio, tries every genre out there. and it’s nice to listen to stuff that isn’t specifically designed to remind him of the wizarding world, but he finds so much of it surprisingly relatable and sometimes he just breaks down sobbing at the wheel and has to pull over.
and one of the hitchhikers he picks up is a veteran, and Harry doesn’t tell him much but he does say that he’s been a soldier, too, and it’s hard adjusting to a life that you never thought would exist because things were so hard that you could not imagine yourself after. hard to think about settling down and marrying the girl you thought you’d die loving. hard to think that not everyone around you is an enemy. were you a prisoner of war? the veteran asks. or undercover? both, says Harry. and lost, not knowing whether I was on the run or on a mission that was taking a year. I got back alive in the end but something—something’s definitely dead, you know?
how old are you, says the veteran. I’m eighteen, says Harry. the veteran raises his eyebrows. but they both know that some armies, some wars, don’t care about your age.
I think the dead thing is me, Harry says one day, when he’s going seventy in a fifty-five mile zone and the sun is setting in their eyes. when I killed the enemy, I killed myself.
and the veteran looks at him for a very long moment and Harry slows down and looks back at him and at last the man says, no. no, you lived. and you’re going to keep living, son, and one day you’ll be ready to marry that girl, if you love her, and now that you’ve got out of the war, it’s time to get the war out of you.
(they almost have a wreck when Harry pulls over to the side of the road, gets out, sits in the grass and laughs through his tears. flowers start to spring up around him and he feels the magic in his core, but this time it’s peaceful and pure and fun. unspoiled. and he knows it won’t always feel this way but for now things are leaking out of him, joyful things, because he is the boy who lived again, the boy who lived after the war.)
what they did with the ages in the harry potter movies really weirds me out
- lily and james died when they were twenty-one. let me say that again. lily and james died when they were twenty-one. the movies made them look like they were in their forties which took away from the tragedy of their really young deaths (I’ve outlived them by five years whaaaaaat)
- I love alan rickman, but let’s break this down. snape is the same age as lily and james and they died at twenty-one and ten years later harry comes to hogwarts. that makes snape thirty-one at the start of the first book. I love alan rickman, but he was in his late fifties when he did the movies
- same with lupin and sirius: david thewlis and gary oldman were in their late forties and it showed
- if sirius went to azkaban when he was twenty-one and got out when he was thirty-four, then he spent more than a third of his life in there
- I think showing them in their thirties makes what they’ve gone through so much more poignant. it really gives the full picture of how young they were to be fighting voldemort and taking on that amount of responsibility
- this is making me want the bbc or hbo to make a tv series and get everything right that the movies got wrong