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it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
(except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies
and this is how it goes
gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
(and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
(and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
(sometimes words mean so little)
she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
‘when are you due?’
it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
(but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
(and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
(and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
(but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
‘and you?’
‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
(and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
she never sees them again
her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
(too young and so in love)
(and now gone too soon)
she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
and she smiles
I have been seeing this on Google for years, and i fINALLY FOUND IT
I'm not sure if this person really knows how to read...
I don’t understand why the OoTP were so accepting of Tonks, when they treated her aunt (Bellatrix) like crap the whole time.
(Tech’s note: I mean it might have something to do with Bella being a murdering Death Eater and them being a group wholly against that?)
#pro-tips from Lemony Snicket
Lemony Snicket's Advice on Writing a Nice Thank-You Note
1. Do not start with the thank you.
2. Start with any other sentence. If you first say, “Thank you for the nice sweater,” you can’t imagine what to write next. Say, “It was so wonderful to come home from school to find this nice sweater. Thank you for thinking of me on Arbor Day.”
3. Then you’re done.
I recommend learning how to write a very good thank-you note. A child who can write a nice thank-you note can turn into a cocaine dealer five years later and be remembered as the child who wrote nice thank-you notes.
Red hair… and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley
Do you think I chose to be like this? Do you have any idea how lonely it is, how dangerous? I would love to be upstairs watching TV or gossiping about boys or, God, even studying! But I have to save the world, a g a i n.
Oh, make a move. Please. I’m dying for a good slay.
Just think...
20 years ago today, Harry potter was on the Hogwarts Express, carrying on the time honoured tradition of being a nosy little bugger, getting the shit beat out of him and appearing dramatically covered in blood.
Aah. So. Cute.
stars~
SPEEDPAINT: https://youtu.be/rXYw6EoAtaY
I L o v e d that book /so/ much
books read in 2016: i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson
“When people fall in love, they burst into flames.”
All Was Well (Before “Cursed Child”)
Honestly, the most basic problem with Cursed Child, even as a concept, is that it takes a shit on pretty much everything that we learn in the epilogue.
In the epilogue, Albus and Rose are clearly very close; Albus is anxious to even go to Hogwarts without her. In Cursed Child, Rose is a stuck-up little snot who won’t talk to him for years just because they got sorted into different Houses and he won’t shun a boy whom she doesn’t like.
In the epilogue, Albus and Harry have a good relationship, as seen by the quiet father-son moment that they have before Albus boards the train. In Cursed Child, we find out that that moment was apparently a fluke, because their relationship is actually strained and dysfunctional. (Also, for some reason Albus hates his parents’ nickname for him.)
In the epilogue, Albus really, really doesn’t want to be put in Slytherin, and yes, I get that this is the same Slytherin-bashing that we’ve gotten the whole series, but the point is, Harry assures Albus both that the Hat will take his wishes into account and that it doesn’t really matter anyway. In Cursed Child, it turns out that no, the Hat doesn’t care a jot what Albus wants, and being in Slytherin exacerbates all sorts of problems that Albus has both with Hogwarts and his father.
I know that stories need conflict, and I’m not saying that Harry and Albus can’t ever fight or that everything has to be totally perfect. And I know a lot of people find the epilogue shmaltzy, but I actually really liked it because, after all that darkness, it gave the series a happy ending. But in Cursed Child, we need to retcon every bit of happiness away to justify a stupid story that rehashes all of that old darkness. You can argue that, hey, all of these problems get sorted out by the end of the play…but if that’s the case, why did we need the play to begin with? These problems were already sorted out nine years ago when the epilogue first came out!
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child fucks up a lot of canon facts, but it’s just as bad with the ending’s tone. The epilogue literally ends with “All was well,” only for this play to come along and say, “Well, except everything, apparently.”
I am very upset with the cursed childs' portrayal of Rose tbh. Very highkey upset.
I just have a huge problem with the idea that Hermione Granger-Weasley, who had suffered actual torture because she was “different”, and Ron Weasley, whose own father had taught him the value of others different than himself would raise Rose to be as rude and as mean as she was during the entirety of TCC.
DAMMNIT RIORDIAN, WE ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE. DID YOU HAVE TO TEACH YOUR EVIL WAYS TO OTHER AUTHORS! In other news Asshole Author Disease or ‘I torture my creations and make teenagers cry buckets for a living’ has reached epidemic level
“The scar had not pained harry in nineteen years. All was well.”
Enter CURSED CHILD
Wow Rowling really took that to heart
You know you're in deep when you start needing a plural for apocalypse
the scoobies + becoming less and less impressed by the imminent apocalypse
THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! Excuse while I cheer. The team d i d i t.
My thoughts e x a c t l y
The Harry Potter who cast an unforgivable curse to defend Minerva McGonagall is is not the same Harry Potter in the Cursed Child.
“You don’t have any children.”
That sentence is a character assassination of one of the most iconic characters of literature.
Harry Potter respected and loved McGonagall. He would never in a million years say something bad to or about her. He knew that she loved every student who passed through her doors.
- me, after reading harry potter and the cursed child
Terminator trolley lady
rewatching Philosopher’s Stone after Cursed Child
My fandoms. They merge
for @cinderdrilla , who was always there for these stupid boys…
bonus: either percy as the blue paladin or percy wearing lance’s clothes.
interpretations are quite open
the olympians: zeus, poseidon, hades
Soon there will be no more bananas coming down the stairs. Just a pile of empty pyjamas...
omg apparently artificial banana flavoring is based on the gros michel banana which was wiped out by a banana plague in the 50s and the banana we eat today is a totally different thing called the cavendish and thats why banana candy doesnt taste like bananas do you know how lied to i feel. like there was a fucking banana apocalypse and no one told me about it until now