“Lily. Lovely Lily. She was exceedingly bright… your mother. 

ravenclaw07:

frankenwhale:

thegoddamazon:

scatterbrainedhypatia:

thegoddamazon:

sk8euzenherb:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

cameralinz:

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.

Rock ‘n roll.

Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.

Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.

Anyone who thinks Harry Potter as a series isn’t good literature and doesn’t teach important life lessons/points of view about ethics, morality and responsibility, needs to G-O-OUT-DA-DO’.

This had to be the most raw moment in the series because the fact that she was like “My baby is okay that’s all that matters, and I know what will happen if Voldemort wins, so let’s end this.”

I mean, Voldemort lost because he trusted his followers to be implicit in their loyalty, but a lot had changed in the decade since he’d last terrorized the world. Like…the Death Eaters for the most part were calmed down and writing off those dark days as the “wild days of their youth” and shit, so when Voldemort pops back up ready to pick up where he left off, you could see a lot of the doubt in them like “Yo we grew up, son, shit ain’t like it was before.” But they followed out of fear mostly, not loyalty. Bellatrix was just crazy and in love with V so it didn’t matter to her what happened—and it ultimately led to her death.

But Narcissa was raw as fuck because she knew SOMEBODY had to stop him and she knew her husband was too scared to do it himself, so she devised her own on-the-fly plan.

The HP series is way too dope to be written off, and most of the detractors who write it off are just jealous of the hype it gets, but if you really read it, so many themes are covered in the story, chief among them being growing up and the expectations therein.

…am I rambling. I need to stop.

Dang, I didn’t even consider the whole “we’ve grown up” thing, but you’re absolutely right. And to add to that, not only have they grown up, they’ve had children. Being a Death Eater is something that these folks probably thought was hot shit when they were young, but now that they’ve grown up, they’re seeing their children doing the same thing, and suddenly it’s not so cool anymore. They’re deeply unsettled at best, and terrified at worst.

And Voldy literally lacks the ability to see this. He will never understand that love, and love for one’s children, also extends to his cronies. He will never understand that love causes people to take unimaginable risks FOR these children.

He will never understand that love for one’s children is so strong that a woman who’s followed him loyally for years will lie to his face—never mind that he’s THE MOST ACCOMPLISHED LEGILIMENS IN THE WORLD—about his absolute worst enemy. When she was forced to choose between her son and her leader, she chose her son, without even batting an eye.

THAT is powerful.

Exactly. These people have grown up, gotten married, and had children. Voldemort is that dude that was perpetually still trying to be forever young, still going to the same clubs, still doing the same fuckshit, and everybody who used to ride with him is like “For real, tho? We off that, man.”

Harry Potter draws a lot of parallels to the real world despite the story itself. I love it.

I love when Tumblr breaks out into hardcore analysis. 

God Narcissa is so fucking hardcore. She kinda makes Bellatrix look silly in comparison. She defied the darkest wizard of almost three generations…even though she knew implicitly what the consequences would be if she failed. I don’t think people really get that. Her husband was a Death Eater, and they were all pretty much having DE torture parties IN HER HOUSE, she knew what happened to traitors, and frankly she didn’t even give a fuck. She knew that her baby cousin had died, and watched the rest of her family get destroyed so finally all she cared about in the end was her baby who she has watched slowly being destroyed by her and her husband’s youthful folly…and she was having none of it anymore! She was a hero in her own right as Rowling has made quite clear every loving mother is.

richard-sp8-jr:

hopelesslyhiddled:

who-locked-the-impala:

Sam and Charlie brotp

Does this mean Sam has read/watched harry potter at some point? and let’s face it he probably went through a hp phase

sam winchester trying to use spells at least once with each demon before accepting the fact that he is a muggle and going back to holy water and such

The Great Semicolon Debate was part of the extensive ship wars between Ron/Hermione (R/Hr) and Harry/Hermione (H/Hr) shippers. It lasted from around 2001-2005, although the most intense fighting took place before 2003 when Order of the Phoenix was released. It’s important to remember that this was back when there was real uncertainty about which pairing would become canon: both sides compiled massive lists of scenes from the books and interviews with JRK in order to prove that their ship was more likely to happen, and the fighting on forums was completely brutal. I mean, it’s fairly well-accepted in Harry Potter fandom now that you can ship whatever you want whether or not it turned out to be canon — but at the time, the biggest and angriest shipping fights were over whose ship would actually happen in the books.

As part of the fighting, a massive debate arose over the use of a semicolon in a particular scene in Goblet of Fire:

“We will see each uzzer again, I ‘ope” said Fleur, as she reached him, holding our her hand. “I am ‘oping to get a job ‘ere , to improve my Eenglish.”

“It’s very good already,” said Ron in a strangled sort of voice. Fleur smiled at him; Hermione scowled.

In one of the most intense dissections of a single punctuation mark ever, there were sprawling fights in forums about what the semicolon meant. H/Hrs either claimed that the two sections of the sentence were not connected (Hermione just happened to be scowling at something else entirely), that Hermione just didn’t like Fleur (thus making her scowl about Fleur and not about Fleur’s interaction with Ron), or that the semicolon could just as easily be a comma and it was just a typo.  R/Hrs claimed that the semicolon directly connected the two parts of the sentence: Hermione was scowling because Ron was showing interest in Fleur, which meant jealousy which meant R/Hr. 

This sounds pretty ridiculous considering we all know the outcome now, but at the time it was SERIOUS FANDOM BIZNESS. Fighting over the semicolon was liable to crop up at any point, and people were seriously invested in what it meant. It became pretty emblematic of the sheer vehemence of the ship wars between R/Hr and H/Hr, and in some ways can illustrate some of the core differences between the two ships and the types of ‘evidence’ they compiled. A common H/Hr battle cry at the time was ‘Read Between the Lines!’ — and a common R/Hr response was ‘No, Read the Lines!’

SO YEAH. If anyone tells you that fandom wank and shipping wars and fans taking things way out of proportion is a new phenomenon, feel free to laugh in their face. And even though Supernatural fandom or Sherlock fandom or whatever may be wanky at times, at least they never came close to self-destructing over a punctuation mark. 

miakosamuio:

An interview with JK Rowling in 1998. Compare to now where an estimation of 450 million of her books have been sold.

Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers into the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – “Yeh beat ‘em, Harry, yeh beat ‘em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!” There was Percy, jumping up and down, like maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.