If James and Lily had survived, I am positive that every time Harry got into trouble, there would be a huge betting pool on whether the next howler would be James and Sirius congratulating him or Lily screaming at him and commanding Severus to give him detention for a month. And as the Potter family owl would arrive, everyone would be silently anticipating the results, and at the end you’d see dumbledore discretely handing mcgonagall 10 galleons
And Colin loving it.
Bobby showing Colin how he danced with Emilie in 401…..
he’s sexy and he knows it
Lindsay Lohan takes Ice Bucket Challenge (x)
It’s okay, Lindsay! We’ve all been there!
My Favorite part is that the dude in the afro dumped it on the gut next to him
Reason number 3457398735973495 why I love Pink
I forgot that Pink’s name isn’t actually Pink
Reason number 937589569659334056306 why Pink is the most under appreciated human being ever
How convenient that JK Rowling made Tom Marvolo Riddle equal I Am Lord Voldemort when it’s obviously supposed to be Mr. Tom, A Dildo Lover.
I’m 100% sure it was just George
I’m 100% sure that that was uncalled for.
I’m 500% sure that that was uncalled for.
Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)
THERES ALWAYS THAT ONE SHIP
YOU CAN TOLERATE EVERY OTHER FUCKING SHIP IN THE WORLD
BUT THAT ONE
MAKES YOU SO ANGRY THAT YOU CANT HANDLE IT AND YOU WANT TO TURN INTO THE HULK THROW BRICKS AT YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN WHENEVER YOU SEE IT
yeah i didn’t like titanic either
i was gonna reblog anyways but that titanic comment just made this 10x better
McGonagall holding a Sorting Hat that has been duct-taped across the mouth and doing her own impression of the hat’s voice from behind her hand in the Great Hall.
James Potter HUFFLEPUFF
Remus Potter RAVENCLAW
Sirius Potter NOW THE GROUNDSKEEPER
No classes together ever goodbye
Haha it got better
I wanna more
Michael Raymond-James ALS Ice Bucket Challenge [x]
Lord have mercy….
And he nominated Jason Mamoa!! *Eagerly anticipating that video…. :D
I love all of his nominations! :D
I am watching this ASAP when I get phone.
Why is this Freddie from icarly
I TOLD YALL HE WAS HOT
WHAT THE FUCK
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS
Can we just talk about the fact that Neal put his hands centimeters away from a load canon!!!! O_o!
Dude that take balls to do….
Neal the Phoenix Cassidy he can take the heat!
Can we talk about how fucking hot that is tho? Guh.
EVERY SINGLE REBLOG
WILL GET A THING IN THEIR ASK
OF YOU ACTUALLY
247 REBLOGS, I HAD TO GO THROUGH. I HIT ASK LIMIT LITERALLY EVERY HOUR. AND MOST OF YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE IT. AUUGH
HOW THE FUCK…
make me smile