#harry potter and the goblet of fire
Emma Watson’s dressesin Beauty and the Beast , Harry Potter and the Goblin of Fire
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Couldn’t leave September the 1st without a Harry Potter Post!
More Harry Potter fan art! I gave drawing @bcdaily ’s Commentarius gang a go because I don’t give the marauders era enough love tbh
This is so random but at the same time it’s actually not at all.
- Would any of you read a Harry Potter fanfic? Written by me, planned by my, following the canon HP movie andbook universe? About one of the Weasley twins? Sirius Black’s daughter that’s a Malfoy? And Slytherin?
Let me explain what I have in mind. As cliché as it sounds, I need you guys to believe in me andmy abilities. I have long since wanted to write a Sirius Black daughter story. Not the usual jazz though. I want her to be a Malfoy. Raised alongside Draco, first in the row to collect her mark with You-Know-Who (does she want it?idkidkidk) and babied by my quin Cissy. She doesn’t leap into her father’s arms, she’s stoic and proud, intelligent and responsible (no crazy shananigans here nonoNO we’ve got a Malfoy kid on our hands!).
I literally have NO IDEAS only like 6 scenes I wrote throughout the last few days. Many more are to come I’m sure of it! Keep in mind that I amre-reading the books and re-watching all the movies which will be putting me in a spot this Christmas where I will be obsessed with HP!!! Free time and inspiration = fanfiction
Idek. It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Hell, since I was 12 years old. Might just be the time to do it. What do you think?
I’ll be tagging those on my HP tag list for obvious reason such as WHAT DO YOU THINK? My ask is available too.
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Draco Malfoy X Gryffindor!Reader
Summary: You hated Malfoy and he hated you and you were okay with that. It was natural. The Malfoys and the Lupines hating each other. It was fine by you… so then why did you care when he got hurt?
A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is! A small piece to what I have coming for you guys. At the moment we’re gonna keep it in book 4 because… well I want to. A few notes: 1. I gave the Reader a last name (and something very close to my own) 2. Because I’m American, so is the reader (it’s explained) 3. Yes, I am a Gryffindor (but I have a problem with the House system, but I won’t get into that now) Please let me know what you think! Do you guys want a seperate blog dedicated to this?
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Fourth year at Hogwarts and of course Malfoy stood right there on the train as we shipped off. I didn’t say anything as he and Ron and Harry got into it again, though I wanted to. It had been four years and the only person that Malfoy hated as much as Potter, happened to be me.
Our families had been rivals for… centuries. In a desperate attempt to break the cycle, my parents moved to America, with me. I had no contact with Malfoy or his family… until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Then the time came to go back and be who I was meant to be.
When first year came, there was a blond-haired stood beside me in line alphabetically, and though he didn’t talk to me, and scared off other students, I did manage to get a smile from him. I knew his nerves matched mine. We had reputations to live up to. It gave me hope that I wasn’t alone.
Then I found out he was a Malfoy.
And I was a Lupine.
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
I guess it started then. Every class we had together we had avoided each other. Shunned each other. I refused to rise to his bait, and I suppose he grew bored. We hated each other in silent. Unlike Harry, Ron, and Hermione—who I was quite close to, but not completely taken with—I sighed and shook my head.
That was, until third year and the entire Buckbeak incident happened. Then I wasn’t quiet anymore. I was almost worse than Harry about making snide comments to the ‘Slytherin Prince.’ I hated injustice and I was tired of being quiet about it. And Harry wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and Hermione wasn’t the most vocal… I on the other hand was both, and it infuriated Malfoy to no end. Because there was one thing that I had on him:
I was a pure blood. And he couldn’t do anything about that.
Our rivalry grew. Every day it was something different. Every class we had together we challenged the other. I won most, but the few he did win he wouldn’t let me live down. Our duels left him angry and brooding and me grinning and smiling all day.
Maybe I could see why our two families didn’t get along. He was too easy. It was almost fun. It also helped me in my classes—to beat Malfoy at his game I had to be smarter than him.
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The Fourth Year
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a pure blood,” He sneered as I got off of the train.
I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes, Harry and the other two had gone on ahead, leaving me with Malfoy and his two goons.
“Careful Malfoy, I don’t think I’m a mirror,” I quipped, a wicked grin on my face.
I could see him grow red as he looked for a comeback. I simply walked off.
“You won’t win! No matter what you do!” He shouted.
“I don’t have to win!” I turned around, still making my way towards the school. “I just have to beat you!” A smile stayed on my face for the rest of the night.
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I watched as Harry turned away and Malfoy rose to cast a spell against him. I drew my own wand to counter him, but there was no one to cast a spell on but a small silvery ferret, where Malfoy was standing.
I stared at the small thing, a smile growing on my face. This was almost too easy.
Moody came then, started scolding the little ferret Malfoy, holding him by his tail and I itched to tell Moody that’s not how you’re supposed to handle any kind of animal—even if it was Malfoy—but McGonagall beat me to it.
Something, that was beyond any rivalry, gripped my heart when I saw Malfoy, now human again, curled up on the floor in pain and fear. I was about to reach my hand out to help him up, but Hermione gave me a nudge. A reminder.
“Don’t talk to me,” Ron said quietly as we sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
I was almost to lost in thought to notice that he had said anything.
“Why not?” said Hermione in surprise, drawing me from my thoughts.
“Because I want to fix that in my memory forever,” said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. “Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret …”
Harry and Hermione both laughed, and a smile touched my lips as I ate quietly. I didn’t quite agree, and I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I should be laughing at his misfortune. It was almost too easy. The entire situation was a gift from my ancestors, and yet something was… off.
“He could have really hurt Malfoy, though,” Hermione said. “It was good, really, that Professor McGonagall stopped it —”
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe I didn’t like the idea that he had gotten hurt… or could have gotten hurt worse than he already was. But why did I care again? We were enemies. That was that. And yet…
I tuned out Ron yelling at Hermione at her comment.
“Hermione’s is right guys, it could have hurt him,” I muttered.
I looked up from my plate and Ron and Harry were staring at me like I had three heads. Hermione was indifferent, the look on her face like she knew something.
“Any why do youcare? You hate him more than the rest of us.” Harry pointed out.
“I compete with him yes, and he’s a pain, yes, and I wish I never had to see him again… but he doesn’t deserve to…” I trailed off knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
“I’m off to the library,” Hermione stood, pushing her plate away.
“I’m gonna go too,” I stood, pushing away my half-eaten plate.
“But why? You don’t have homework!” Ron complained.
“I’m not doing schoolwork,” Hermione said in passing as we left.
As we walked down the hall Hermione didn’t stop looking at me. I sighed and kept to my own thoughts, trying to unravel the dilemma that the situation presented.
“Youlike him,” she nudged me.
“What?No! I don’t!” I deflected. “Me!? Like a Malfoy!?”
She laughed.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell the boys. But if you want to check on him, he’s probably in the infirmary complaining.”
“Why would I—”
“You really think I believe you want to go to the library?” She raised an eyebrow. “You hate the library. You study in your room at all costs,”
That was true, I preferred my own space and to study in the comfort of my own bed and room. It was hard enough focusing, let alone focusing on things in a place I wasn’t comfortable in.
“I just… I don’t know Hermione… seeing him like that.No one deserves that. I know Malfoy is… Malfoy… but injustice is still injustice?” I offered. It was some sort of explanation.
“Go,” She ordered. “I’ll see you later.”
I debated a moment more then decided.
“Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one,”
“Just go!” She shoved me off and I changed directions heading towards the infirmary.
Thinking that this was the stupidest thing I ever had done, I, for once, shoved every preconceived notion about Malfoy that I had and went to go and see if he was… okay.
Ugh.
I could hear him complaining as I entered the hallway that held the infirmary. A smile touched my lips as I neared the door. Some things would never change.
“Can I help you, dearie?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
“Here as a visitor,” I smiled sweetly.
“For who? Mr. Malfoy?” She raised an eyebrow at me. She had seen both of us in here as a result of our little rivalry.
“Against my better judgement, yes.” I sighed.
She let me in and immediately his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were puffy and red, like he had been crying. He looked pitiful. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have it in me.
“What are you doing here? Come to make fun of me?” He snapped, crossing his arms.
“Where’s your posse?” I asked, folding my arms as well, cocking my head back. “I thought sure they would be with you.”
“Am I their keeper?”
“Ithought so.” I smirked.
“Whatever, Lupine,” he rolled his eyes.
We remained quiet around another as time stretched out. There were so many things that I wanted to say but didn’t. I wanted to ask if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was still hurting. But I also wanted to laugh and make fun of him. I wanted to put him down and never let him live this down. I wanted to write a letter to my parents so that they knew…
And I did none of that.
“You make a cute ferret,” I noted and turned to leave, wondering why I went in the first place.
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The Harry Potter Series
by J.K. Rowling
I have never posted about the seven-book magical phenomenon because I suppose I assumed that implicit in being a reader is having read Harry Potter and the (insert item here), perhaps even multiple times.
I just spent the last month rereading the series, finishing, all too appropriately, on July 31st, the birthday of our reluctant hero. Considering Rowling started writing them in 1990, with The Sorcerer’s Stone published in 1997 and the final installment, The Deathly Hallows, published in 2007, they hold up incredibly well over the past, oh, 20 years. I read each book as it was released originally, have seen the films dozens of times, and still, rereading them, I was fully immersed in Rowling’s unparalleled world-building, character-crafting and plot twists.
These books are simply a joy to read.
And don’t be fooled if you are one of the hold-out adults from the series. The prose has a lot of integrity and is peppered with sage advice without being dogmatic.
And for those of you out there who have only seen the films, bibliophiles may always say this, but the books are still better. As well-cast and excellently-imagined as the films are, they cannot compare with the specificity and magic of the books. There are, indeed, whole plot lines and characters left out of the films - bits of information, I, too, forgot from my initial reads.
So, if you want a highly satisfying and swift read, incant, “AccioThe Sorcerer’s Stone!” After all, books are the closest to magic muggles like us can hope for.
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another drawing coming straight from the dark side hahaha. I was reading one of @senlinyu’s amazing works and found myself looking forward to new chapters of a particular fanfic, let the dark in. while the update doesn’t come, this drawing is part of a delusion of mine that derailed like a train. I decided to make an image of a point in the story that hasn’t happened yet but I’m looking forward to seeing (assuming that there will be yule ball). and during all this i found out that my weak spot has a name and address and is called draco malfoy with a scar wearing durmstrang’s uniform. (Is it me or do you also think Hermione’s dress would be much prettier in blue?)
dumbledore during goblet of fire: where are we going to put four deadly fire breathing dragons hmmmm how about uhhh the huge ass forest next to the school
- The Batman cosplaying Joker
- “Who is Robert Pattinson?”According to the Law of Physics, Robert Pattinson can neither be created nor be destroyed, he can be only be transformed from one form to another.
- The deep poetic thinker look make it chic
- Future of Neo-Noir (kinda giving off Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner vibes) (Bad Day at the Dentist’s XD)
- Panic at the disco (90’s emo spirit)
- Killing me softly
- Mirror mirror on the who is the prettiest blonde of all
- Femme Fatale
- Manic Pixie Dream Boy
The Metamorphosis of Robert Pattinson. (excerpts)
He is exceptionally handsome. Wide, wild eyes. Large facial features arranged where a sculptor might have put them in 16th-century Italy.
“I’m constantly doing risk assessments, which drives everybody crazy, trying to predict every single element that could possibly happen. And then, at the end of it, just being like: Ah, fuck it! I’ll just play a lighthouse keeper who fucks a mermaid! I think this is the right move!”
“THE BATMAN is a sad movie. It’s kind of about him trying to find some element of hope, in himself, and not just the city. Normally, Bruce never questions his own ability; he questions the city’s ability to change. But I mean, it’s kind of such an insane thing to do: The only way I can live is to dress up as a bat.”
GQ MAGAZINE features Robert Pattinson interview and photos by Jack Bridgland!
Read full interview here:
Yours truly,
Signed by my broken heart.
Be it carefully constructed memoir of the soul, or heart wrenching adoration for the dearly beloved or a few words of impatient love, Handwritten letters have a flair so warm and elegant that no text messages can ever match.
Films in Frame - Carol, Perks of being a Wallflower, Dead Poet’s Society, Submarine, The Double, Hannibal (Hannibal’s letter to Will in the hospital), Spellbound, Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire, Call me by your name (Oliver’s reply to Elio’s letter -enclosed here- Please don’t avoid me. It kills me. Can’t stand thinking you hate me. Your silence is killing me. I’d sooner die than know you hate me. I am such a pussy. Way over the top. Can’t stand the silence. Need to speak to you.)
PS: It’s a shame Tumblr just allows ten images per post.
Every time I read the scene in GoF where Harry is doing the first task, in my head the dragon he’s trying to get past is the the dragon from Shrek.
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BOOK SCREENCAPS: eye of the hurricane, book one| goblet of fire
❝Asterope Malfoy (Natalia Dyer), Neville Longbottom (Matthew Lewis), Cedric Diggory (Robert Pattinson), Ginny Weasley (Abigail Cowen), and Olivia Newton (Lana Condor)inHarry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.❞
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