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violet and klaus baudelaire would probably consider harry potter’s life to be a holiday
after the battle of hogwarts, but before the new school year began, dumbledore’s pensieve was to be found standing in the hogwarts courtyard. harry and mcgonagall had agreed on it between themselves. it was protected against everything they could think of; offensive magic, physical attack, the weather. hogwarts extended its protections to cover it, and so it stood there, glowing invitingly, the memories flowing inside its bowl.
over the summer, they had discreetly invited as many people as they could think of to add their memories to the swirling mass. at first, it was just the people who had lost a family member - the weasleys, dennis creevey, tonks’ parents, aberforth dumbledore, lavender brown’s family. but others came, people who weren’t related to the dead but still held their memories, and the pensieve welcomed them.
those who visited the pensieve in that first year usually did with a person in mind. it wasn’t just hogwarts students, either - people made the journey by special permission of the headmistress, and were let in to see it for themselves. the same memories were replayed, over and over. fred grinning as he watched a first-year’s face break out into boils. dumbledore’s eyes twinkling as he addressed the great hall. dobby’s face lighting up as ron gifted him those mismatched socks. colin snapping pictures of harry and plastering them up around gryffindor tower. tonks making everyone laugh at the dinner table as she changed her nose into a pig snout. that first practical lesson with lupin, when they learned how to fight boggarts. lavender checking a star chart in divination. cedric and cho dancing at the yule ball. sirius feeding buckbeak in 12 grimmauld place. lily and james kissing at their wedding.
it wasn’t just harry’s friends. people harry had never heard of added their contributions for those he hadn’t known. a sixth year ravenclaw who had fallen whom harry had seen briefly before the fight, a seventh year hufflepuff who had vocally supported harry but whose name he couldn’t recall. one day crabbe’s mother appeared with a small silver bottle of her own, and they let her add her memories of a laughing baby boy among the rest. molly weasley arrived one day with two vials, one for each of her brothers.
some people, they had no memories for. harry wished sorely that someone would come forward with memories of regulus black. all of the marauders’ school days were gone, at least as they saw them. people who had been the last survivors of their families and friends, up to the battle of hogwarts. their names were all that was left of them, and the deeds they left behind.
after a while, it wasn’t just the good memories. harry remembered seeing his father and snape, remembered how it had hurt - but also the satisfaction, in the end, of knowing that his father wasn’t a saint, that he was a person with flaws and failings as much as any. he looked at teddy lupin, who was just beginning to walk, and decided he had a right to know the whole truth, when he chose to see it.
harry confronting lupin in grimmauld place. sirius talking to kreacher. dumbledore turning away from harry. james and snape. all of this went into the mix, a record of lives that were complicated, of people who did things that were both for good and for ill.
this is who they were, the pensieve was there to say. this is who we were. remember us like this, those who are blessed to have any memories of us at all. we were people, all of us. remember us in our triumphs and our joys; remember us in our sorrows and our heartbreaks. look upon our deeds and judge us by them, if you will, but remember we were only human. keep this little part of us with you as you go about your days. we are gone, but you are not. so remember our lives.
Percy: I'm gonna play a song for you right now
Percy: It's called 'my life so far'
Percy: *Takes a deep breath, plays a chord*
Percy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Holy shit never have I ever related to something so much
Frank: *drops mic and walks away*
Frank: *comes back to see if he damaged the mic*
Nico: Okay google, how do I get revenge on those who have forsaken me?
Google: The best revenge is letting go and living well.
Nico:
Nico: Bing, how do I get–
Its a post of a repost of a post so repost this post of a repost while leaning on a post.
Frank: Just how dangerous is this gig you took without checking with us first?
Percy: Yeah. Eh…
*earlier on the Argo II*
Hazel: Ridiculously dangerous! It’s like a danger cupcake with murder icing.
Leo: *to Jason* You think that disapproving glare works on me after all the times I’ve seen it? Step it up, find something new. Ya boring.
Don’t invite me anywhere last minute I enjoy doing nothing so I need to know ahead of time if my plan to do nothing needs to be changed
Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
Well, blast if this isn't the cutest thing ever (besides my doggy)
“What is this and why do I enjoy it”
Draco: My father and I have a bet, you see? I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in the tournament.
Draco: He disagrees...he thinks you won't last five!
Harry: I don't give a da--
Draco: Did you hear me, Potter? He said you wouldn't last five minutes but I said you would last ten! I was telling him you will last longer than he expects! You can get through this!! I believe in you! I love you, Potter!
Harry: What
Draco: What
Hermione: Do you still have a problem with Muggles Draco: No that’s ridiculous Hermione: You wouldn’t smile at my parents all evening Draco: Oh that I didn’t want them to see my teeth Hermione: Your teeth are perfect Draco: And do you think I want your crazy dentist parents going after me with their torture clamps and pliers Hermione: Draco WHAT do you think dentists do Draco: … Hermione: … Draco: Well played Potter
Can you suggest some Harry Potter computer games that don't require money
Okay, so for years I spent all my time on HogwartsLive.com which is a text/roleplay/computer game thing. You start as a first year and can progress through your years through fighting in the forbidden forest and dueling teachers and eventually fight Voldemort. I lived for the game (and I still log on on occasion).
Hogwarts Is Here is another one I love, where you can basically attend an online Hogwarts and take online courses like “Defense Against the Dark Arts” and write essays and homework and such and learn from lessons and textbooks.
SORRY POTTER AND THE HOLLOWS OF EXCUSE
fantastic beast characters + text posts (pt 2)
i will never,,, in all the remaining years of my life,,, forget the classic lie as to harry james potter looking snape dead straight in the eyes and saying roonil wazlib was his nickname
Percy: why can’t dinosaurs clap?
Annabeth [sighing]: because their hands are too sh-
Nico: because they’re all dead.
EVERYTHING IS OKAY
Grinch The Introvert
On September 15h, 2017 the Cassini spacecraft will end its 20-year mission by diving into the atmosphere of Saturn.
Goodnight, Cassini.
Anytime you don’t feel powerful, remember this:
Supergiant stars are beasts! Their life is a fight between gravity pushing in and heat pushing out. They fuse heavier and heavier elements in their core until they get to iron. They can’t fuse any more. Iron absorbs more energy than it returns, so gravity takes over. The star’s core collapses and the star dies in an explosive supernova that outshines its entire galaxy.
The heat of a supernova fuses new elements during the explosion, which are then spread out into space via the nebula remnant. Nebulae are the birthplaces of new stars and solar systems.
The iron in your blood came from one of the most powerful explosions in the universe.
You have something in your blood that can kill stars and build solar systems.
Reading Pillow Thoughts tonight. It’s full of amazing things that I want to dig more into. I’m reading the sections If You Are Lonely and If You Are Sad. I realize now why my boyfriend tried to get me to read this. It’s essentially poetic versions of everything he’s tried to tell me over 2 years. This, along with like 15 others made me cry. I’m going to be sharing more with you that strike me so I apologize for the Courtney Peppernell spam over the next few days.
If anybody is actually reading this, would you care if I posted a story on here and would you tell me if its good
