#harry potter and the order of the phoenix
Harry Potter movies
Sirius telling stories about his time at hogwarts to Fred and George during the summer spent in grimauld place in book five
Fred: do you have any stories about good parties?
Sirius: oh yeah loads. My favourite one is about James’s 16th birthday. So the party was going great. I’m standing in the common room and I’m holding a fire whisky bottle, you’ve been to the hogs head. And I’m standing there, and I’m holding a firewhiskey and I’m starting to black out. And I guess someone said like: “something, something McGonagall!” And in a brilliant moment of word association I yelled “fuck McGonagall!” “Fuck Mcgonagall!"And everyone else joined in.
A hundred drunk white children yelling: "fuck Mcgonagall” with the confidence of guys who have like already been to azkaban And aren’t afraid of it anymore. You know that like “I served my time, you come and take me” confidence.
But white children the reason someone had said: “Something, something Mcgonagall” was because Mcgonagall were there. So she walked through the portrait hole and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling “Fuck Mcgonagall” in her face
And she was almost impressed. She was like: “wow”
And then she cast a patronus and told it: “get the the other teachers”. And James, who was a father, this man had a baby, he grabbed a butterbeer, smashed it on the ground, and yelled “scatter!”
But everyone ran in a different direction. We all ran in different directions. It was like in the great hall when the slytherins come in the room and all the other students go in different ways.
We all ran in different directions. I ran out of the common room and I jumped into a secret passage that led me to the second floor and I crawled through a window and jumped down onto the grass and now I’m running through the greenhouses and there’s this big devil’s snare.
And I thought “I’ve never dealt with a devil’s snare that big before.” And then I woke up in my dorm.
Escape from the Department of Mysteries
I haven’t done a Harry Potter illustration in awhile and in my desire to Draw Harry in a hand me down Doctor Who t-shirt (remember the books take place in the 90s) I realized that I have never drawn Dudley before so I decided to depict the scene of Harry & Mrs. Figg helping Dudley up after the Dementors attack
BOOK POSTERS: Make Them Gold
—in honor of mtg reaching 47k reads on wp & 9 bookmarks on ao3
Asterope Malfoy had always wanted nothing more than to make herself gold, whether it meant being her parents’ golden child or breaking free from her family’s extremely dark and shockingly evil reputation. After being sorted into Hufflepuff, Asterope chose the latter of options, she changed her name, disowned herself from her family, and did everything her family wouldn’t do. The last thing she wanted was to wind up in the Triwizard Tournament, have a year long identity crisis, all the while falling in love with her best friend and yet, that’s exactly what happens.
While Asterope couldn’t have predicted that she would be tossed into a game of survival alongside Harry Potter, she should’ve known fate would have it out for her. After all it was well known that things never did go easy for the members of the noble and most ancient house of Black who tried to free or better themselves. Traitors to the Black family have met cruel fates dating back centuries and unfortunately, Asterope was no exception. She would find herself the centre of decade old prophecy that could end with her dying as a villain painted black rather than living as a hero made of gold…
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RISE OF A SUN/FALL A STAR | make them gold
CHAPTER UPDATE:49 || HAPPIEST MEMORIES, HAUNTING DREAMS
… “in which aurelia black has a nightmare before christmas…”…
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