Hey guys so big news: I’m gonna move this art blog to my main channel.
When I started sharing my silly comicstrips I would have never thought there’d be this amazing support of all of you!!
(To be honest I only shared them because I was feeling bad for procrastinating so much with them for no reason at all)
But now that I get this nice feedback and you seem to enjoy my work I suddenly have a one to do them more seriously than before.
So I‘m going to transfer it to my main channel (which I tidied up and renamed for this purpose), that I can finally interact with you better than before.
That‘s why this is gonna be the last new post on this blog.
Over the period of about two weeks, I will post all works from this blog on the new @beebox-illustrations.tumblr.com
I hope you’ll follow me and won‘t be mad about this change.
Also I‘m trying to establish an instagram page @beeboxillustrations if you‘re interested in that :)
So thank you for reading and lots of love <3
Steffi
I imagine Hermione having a few old muggle friends from her childhood. She helps one of them moving and asks Harry if he‘d help. Naturally Draco tells them that wizards are superior and ends up having to help to back up his point.
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.
Rejoice Harry Potter fans for a new short story has come out! Never believed it would happen? Neither did I.
J.K Rowling has released a story set in the future, at the Quidditch World Cup, as written by Rita Skeeter. The trio is back but probably sadly, never again.
You’ll need an account with Pottermore but after you can read it here.
Wow look at us we are officially on round two of this series. I hope you all enjoyed the Pirates of the Caribbean one I really loved writing it. I am not going to lie when I say I had writers block on this one but here goes nothing. So here is chapter two of the Harry Potter AU.
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Universe: Harry Potter
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“Are you nervous?” Amelia whispered.
I shook her off. “No of course not. I have looking forward to this for days”
It was the only thing keeping me going really. The first week of being at Hogwarts was exactly how I thought it would be. Everybody whispering when I walked down the halls. When I sat down on the couch in the common rooms everyone got up and left. Martell throwing notes at the back of my head with little images of me getting my head chopped off.
Exactly like last year.
I gripped my broom handle to steady myself. It was a Firebolt Supreme. It wasn’t the newest model of broom or anything but it wasn’t anything to laugh about either. It was a present from my father before school started. Ever since my brother vanished our house had been solemn. My mother stayed locked up in her room most days and my father stared longingly out a window. He got the broom for my birthday in an effort to cheer us up.
“Everyone is staring at you.” Amelia pointed out.
“Yeah they always stare at me.” I shrugged.
“I don’t know instead of in horror they are kind of staring at you in awe.” She said.
I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail. “I have a cool broom.”
“Okay you totally got this.” She said mostly to herself. “Just go out there and do what you do.”
The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team blew his whistle. I was about to get up when my broom was snatched out of my hand.
“Awe where did you get this! Did daddy buy it for you with all the money he got from his death eater days. Oh don’t tell me, you’re part Malfoy aren’t you.” Martell laughed twirling the broom in his hands.
I got up. “Martell you know I’m not a Malfoy and even if I was there is nothing wrong with them. They made bad choices but they also helped us win the war.”
“Who is this us you are referring to? Wasn’t your family on the losing side?” He taunted.
I snatched the broom back so fast he didn’t have time to blink. “Get lost Martell this is a Slytherin tryout. Gryffindors aren’t welcome.”
He looked behind me at Amelia. “But Hufflepuffs are?”
“Anyone but you is allowed.” I snarled stepping to get into his face.
The whistle blew again. “Drago stop flirting with the enemy and get over here!”
Both our faces grew hot and we backed away from each other. I hopped on my broom and flew down to the pitch not even daring to look at Martell behind me.
I landed swiftly on the grass with the rest of the group. It was a mixture of some new faces and then the team from last year. They graduated their two best chasers last year. I was hoping to take up one of those spots.
“Alright here is the deal.” The captain, Nate Fox, said. “We are going to be taking fourteen players this year. As you know there are seven starting positions. Three chasers, two beaters, a seeker, and a keeper. Last year we faced a devastating loss to Gryffindor for the final. That will not be happening again. That is why everyone is cut from the team. Just because you were on the team last year does not mean I will pick you again.”
There were some grumbles from the crowd but no outcries. If there was one thing Slytherin’s wanted to do that was to win.
“Now there are thirty of you here so that means 16 of you aren’t going to make the cut. And even if I pick you after today if I don’t think you have what it takes I will cut you from the team. Are we clear?”
Hello! This is the first entry of my new weekly series. I am going to pick six book universes and write an original story and characters in them. I hope you enjoy it let me know what you think
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Universe: Harry Potter a while after the seventh book ended.
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“This year is going to be different,” I said, straightening my tie around my collar.
“How so?” She asked.
“This year is the first year I can try out for the quidditch team,” I said. “We are going to go to more parties and finally stop being losers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Wrenna, somehow magically, we are going to become popular and cool because you might make the quidditch team.”
“Hey, we’re wizards.” I smiled. “Magically doing stuff is the whole reason we are attending Hogwarts.”
The train’s whistle blew, signaling we were almost there. I had been dreaming about going to Hogwarts ever since I was a kid. I would wear my mom’s old robes and run around the house pretending I was exploring the school’s halls. Last year when I finally got here, things didn’t exactly go as planned. I was sorted into Slytherin, which was to be expected. My mom had been a Slytherin, as was my brother. But after what happened with my brother when he was here… I didn’t exactly get a warm welcome. When I met Amelia, a Hufflepuff, I was surprised she had even talked to me. But, that didn’t help her social standings either. We quickly became outcasts.
Amelia pulled on her black robe and clipped on her yellow and black tie. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. Our first year, she was a little chubby in the face, but over the summer, it thinned out, exposing her beautifully sharp cheekbones and honey brown eyes. I could see her being popular if I wasn’t her best friend.
I glanced at the window through the reflection. I could see my long brown hair that laid carelessly over one shoulder. I had gotten taller and curvier over the summer. My sun kissed skin was clear for once. My two dark green eyes stared back at me, my face etched with worry. I was putting on a brave face for Amelia. Sure, I could try out for the quidditch team, but there was no guaranteed spot. My brother used to always say I was good. Good enough to make it as a first-year. But no first year had gotten a spot since Harry Potter.
The train finally rolled to a stop, and the whole train car began murmuring with excitement. I grabbed my bag and followed Amelia out of our cabin. I saw familiar faces in the crowd, but none offered me a smile or a wave. Which was typical. First years mingled around the hallway, awkward and not sure what to do.
“Excuse me.” One tapped me on the shoulder.
She had wild red hair, and her face was peppered with freckles. “Do you know where we are supposed to meet the boats to take us across the lake?”
Before I could answer, I was shoved from behind, my shoulder hitting the window roughly.
“I wouldn’t talk to her.” An annoyingly familiar voice laughed. “She’s a Drago.”
Martell was a third-year Gryffindor student who tended to pick on me rather than ignore me like everyone else. His dark brown hair curled just above his shoulders. His dark brown eyes promised vengeance in the light. His thin lips were curled into a smirk. He would have been cute if he wasn’t such a jerk all the time.
“A what?” The girl asked.
“Haven’t you heard? Her older brother released a curse upon the school and got himself killed in the process three years ago.” He said.
“Shut up, Martell.” Amelia rose to my defense.
“And look, little Amelia always defending the snake,” Martell said, and his friends laughed.
“Come on,” He slid past me, making sure not to touch me, and ushered the girl down the car. “I’ll show you where to go.”
His friends followed after him leaving Amelia and me alone in the car.
“Don’t listen to him, Wrenna. He doesn’t know what he is talking about.” She said reassuringly.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, walking down the car and out onto the platform.
As I gazed upon the castle that was lit a fire by candlelight, I sighed. The only problem was, Martell did know what he was talking about. My brother released a curse upon the school that still haunted the halls to this day. They almost had to close down the school twice last year. But that was a part of my plan too. I was going to rid the school of the curse and restore honor to my family name. Even if I died trying.
Draco, Hermione, Neville, and Harry’s outfits from this week’s page of Dastardly Lemondrops. Mostly pretty simple except Hermione who is absolutely bringing that 1992 energy. I absolutely love drawing early 90s fashion.
I’m afraid I made Neville look like a late 90s suburban mom though (but maybe his character just has that vibe)
In The Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter was poisoned and I have proof! Okay, here me out before you bust out those tinfoil hats. I seriously believe he was being poisoned, and the most glaring clue is literally (figuratively) punching you in the face.
Be warned, there be spoilers ahead.
Let’s look at our facts first, shall we? In OftP, poor Harry is severely depressed by what has happened. He’s seen Voldemort return and no one will believe him, he watched Cedric die and had to magically get his dead body back to Hogworts, his aunt and uncle still suck, no one will answer his questions, puberty has struck..
Oh… and this bitch showed up.
Let me be clear - Harry has every right to be mad. Anyone would be in his situation. But he’s more than mad, he’s unable to control himself. His friends keep telling him to watch his temper, to not make outbursts that will get him in trouble, to keep quiet. He can’t. He tried, but it just comes out of him. And it’s only in this book that he’s so mad, despite him having even more reasons to be pissed in Half-Blood Prince.
The we get about 2/5th through the book and a passage stands out. During chapter 18, Dumbledore’s Army, Harry is trying to study, but is completely exhausted. He reads the same passage on scurvy-grass, lovage, and sneezewort over and over again, but doesn’t absorb any of it.
These plants are moste efficacious in the inflaming of the braine, and
are therefor much used in Confusing and Befuddlement Draughts, where
the wizard is desirous of producing hot-headedness and recklessness…
This is our clue. He’ll, it’s more than a clue. Harry then goes on to think about Sirius’s recklessness, and then that the Daily Prophet would accuse him of having a swollen brain to try to cover up his insistence that Voldemort had returned. In his worries about what others think and what they are doing, he misses that he himself might be the one being poisoned.
But by who? And why?
Several reasons, really. Fudge, in his ongoing desire to discredit Harry, would have a much easier time of it if he was expelled. Umbridge is another likely culprit. She loved to punish him, and every time he had an outburst, she got to do it again.
How?
Many people end up poisoned in the Harry Potter books. Even Ron almost dies with a simple swig of mead. A little bit slipped into his food by a house elf and he would be as hot headed as any. Dobby couldn’t possibly keep an eye on every single thing that Harry ate or drank, so someone might have gotten it in there.
So there you have it. Harry Potter was being poisoned by someone who wanted to keep him angry. J.K. Rowling left a huge, full page hint right there for us. It explains so much!
