#hogwarts
i can’t believe friday, september 1, 2017, is nineteen years later. the last scene in the harry potter books.
this is it.
“the last scene in the harry potter books.”
Today’s the last scene. The end of the magical, wonderful adventure that JK Rowling took us on.
This hit me hard. I’m not crying. Nope.
“Once again, it’s the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts so, as promised, I shall apologise for a death. This year: Remus Lupin.” - J.K Rowling on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts
Lupin’s death hit me hard. He’d had an immensely tragic thing happen to him and he had grown to believe he wasn’t capable of living a human life and having friends or relationships. And then he was accepted by the Marauders and they didn’t scorn him for his “furry little problem.” He had friends who cared for him, who’d lay down their life for him, and then in an instance, two were killed and the other is sent to Azkaban for being responsible. Years later, he regains who he used to be and finds the thread of happiness; he has friends and has created his own little family, only for it to be ripped away.
Rowling has said that she needed Lupin to die to show the devastating impact of war and how it leaves behind orphans, so Teddy is the echo of Harry.
But the image of Remus, Sirius, James and Lily reunited in the forest with Harry offered a bit of comfort.
Here’s to you Remus Lupin.
Post link
Barty Crouch Sr: For your crimes, we sentence you to 68 years in Azkaban.
Sirius, voice cracking: can you
Sirius: can you add one more year
“We are supposed to have freedom of speech!” says Andrea, who’s angry at some actors speaking freely.
Snape:Yeah I’ll probably die alone.
Waiter:No Sir I said “will you be diningalone”.
Snape:Oh…
Like I’m not a canon Draco and Hermione fan but like….hypothetically ……
Ginny wearing Harry’s letter man jacket
Mmmmm Ginny
(Not my background!)
Okay it’s Christmas time now!
(Not my background)
Title: The Boy Who Lived
Author: @Red5WritingBy
Artist:@kishafisha
Rating: G
Pairing: Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter
Tags: Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Hannibal Lecter is Not a Cannibal, Genderfluid Character, Genderfluid Will Graham, Will Graham is a Metamorphagus, My FU Response to JK Rowling, Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Summary: Something sinister is stalking the halls of Hogwarts hunting the muggle born students. Can Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham set aside their rivalry to save the school and Will’s half-sister, Abigail Hobbs.
Draco Malfoy has no regrets about the relationship he has with you. Especially as the War has only justended.
Your heart pounded in your ears as you watched with bated breath at the intensity of the fight between your current worst nightmare and your classmate.
Words had been shared between the two adversaries but you were overly engaged in fighting for your life to be really interested in what the two males were actually saying to one another. Only catching glimpses of them as you twisted and contorted in your grim dance.
As you faced your newest opponent, duelling aggressive spells towards them, not allowing them a moment to attack you, waves of powerful magic reached you, overpowering you; crippling all sense of movement as it compelled you to turn to its epicentre in wonder; in horror. In hope.
Harry Potter.
Survivor.
Victor.
Returning to your body from the shock, you turned to your side and cast a spell to your opponent who didn’t even realise what had happened to him, still gravely focused on the fall of his Master. If you hadn’t have been in the battle, the sound his skull made as it connected with the floor, would have made you cringe and sick to your stomach.
Looking around the room, what was once the immaculately gorgeous Great Hall, your ears ringing, you started to tend to the injured. You prepared yourself with studying medical journals and shadowing Madame Pomfrey for this very reason. You had basic medic skills, considering who you were friends with and with the threat of war, at the time, becoming all the more real, you studied more and for longer.
During the time it took, from the first break of sunlight to the Hall being cast in a golden hue, you had tended to a range of injuries. As small as disinfecting cuts to something as painful as wrapping broken ribs.
Hermione and Ginny had made their way over to you both to seek medical treatment and to make sure you were alright. The younger ginger had hugged you tightly, when you had wrapped her wrist securely in bandage, burying her head into your neck for comfort and to bawl her sorrows out; Hermione huddled close to the pair of you, offering her support with a gentle hand rubbing Ginny’s back.
The three of you stood there for a while. Basking in the peace and emotional comfort of each other. Long enough for Ginny to wipe her eyes and gather her wits once more, before taking a deep breath and headed over to her family.
Hermione stayed with you, her arm hooked through yours, supporting each other as you observed the room. “Hey, ‘Mione?” You whispered, your strength was slowly depleting and the strain had made it difficult to talk at a normal level.
“Hmm?” She too was experiencing the drain of energy. Unable to really formulate a sentence without effort.
Both of you standing with your weight balanced against the other.
“Are you and Ron together now?”
She snorted, emotions were taught and laughter was a foreign concept at the moment but a small twitch of her lips gave way to the beginnings of a smile, “yeah, I think so.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
“I told you so.”
“Oh, Y/N.” Hermione drawled, a small smile now on her lips. “What about you and Draco?”
Your response was a small shrug, worry tightening its chains around your heart as you admitted, “I haven’t seen him since before all…this.”
“If it helps, I think I can see him across the room.” Your eyes darted over everyone in the Hall which was thoroughly packed with people. Quickly, your eyes landed on a strikingly blonde head of hair in the direction Hermione had gestured to.
From this distance you observed, scanning his body, as much of it as you could from where you were, for any obvious injuries and wounds. With a deep breath that exhaled as a heavy sigh, you couldn’t see anything.
“Go to him.” Was the quiet prompt you received in your ear. A quick glance back to Hermione, ensuring she would be okay, she pushed you on.
Your feet wouldn’t run as your steps were already heavy from exhaustion.
No one stopped you as you passed them, nor did you want them to.
Your tired brain could only focus on its task, getting to Draco. Cheering your limbs to keep moving. You were nearly there.
Narcissa met your gaze, a fleeting smile gracing her lips as she watched you approach before putting her hand on her son’s shoulder and encouraging him to look up.
His eyes lit up in a blaze of renowned emotion and his body rocketed up from where he was sat, rushing to wrap you up in a tight embrace.
Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding him in place. His own had secured themselves around your waist and along your back.
You were embracing each other so tightly, so securely that for a moment, no one could tell what was Draco and what was you.
With a hiccup, Draco lifted his head, gently resting his forehead against yours, your noses brushing and eyes locked together. A lone tear fell down your cheek as Draco took a deep breath to steady himself, “I love you.”
A smile bloomed on your face, “as I love you. No regrets, Draco. None.” Declared with finality from your soul, sealed with a kiss.
A promise for the both of you that no matter what happened in the past, what had only juststoppedhappening, and what will happen, will be done because neither one of you would carry regrets into your future together.
It was not an immediate fix. No one overcomes the turmoil of a War overnight.
It was a promise between the two of you, only.
One that would help you both to heal. To move on. To grow and to mature.
To live.
To be happy.
“No regrets.”
The Closet- Fred Weasley
“Seriously, of all things Fred I do not need this right now.” you hissed as you fumbled around the dark closet.
His laughter filled the tiny, dark space. You could almost imagine the smirk that crossed his handsome features. You inner annoyance reaching a new high when it came to him.
Merlin, we were locked in a closet and he found it more than amusing.
“Glad to know you find this so funny.” You stated, anger dripping from your words.
Continuing to jiggle the door handle, praying that it would open. No spell or trying could get you further away from this situation.
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Just couldn’t stop thinking about this post.
Sorry that I am kinda off-tumblr rn. Just working on the fics in my native language…
Also, i just want to share this link, bc Hogwarts Choir is the thing I live for. And I listen to this dong when I work, dont judge so loud.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUixJdzxfCA
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