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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001) dir. Chris Columbus
#smol best buds in-sync in cozy lil sweaters {◕ ◡ ◕}
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001) dir. Chris Columbus
#THE HIGHS AND LOWS OF BEING A FIRST YEAR
I still need… a wand. — Well, you’ll want Ollivanders. No place better. Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001) dir. Chris Columbus
so I redid this old graphic of mine because the other one is terrible quality
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Inktober #18: Cooking
Harry done with Dudley’s shit, year 1. Book purists will point out that the number of presents in the book is different but I can only think of the perfection that is the delivery of that line in the movie.
I DON’T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!
not that I like j k rowling but it's funny that she wrote this book and was like "it has this thing in it with historic mythological precedence and it has a name used in said precedence" and someone else was like "ok, but ✨️alliteration✨️" and subsequently ruined the lives of several million americans
Chapter Eight: To Put a Cat Amongst Pigeons
"So," Harry began, as Ruby inspected the books that the librarian had suggested, "I had a weird dream last night. The one with the screaming, and the green light, and our — our mum. But what's funny is that Quirrell was in it."
"Quirrell?" asked Ruby disbelievingly. "Well, he's a bit of a joke, isn't he? Maybe you had some weird cheese last night."
Pleased with what she found, Ruby hefted the heavy stack of books (all right, perhaps she'd been a bit overzealous) and started off in search of a table. Harry trailed behind her, frowning.
"I think I've got to speak to Quirrell," he said, sitting down opposite her with a serious expression.
Ruby snorted. "Never realized you were superstitious about stuff like dreams."
"I'm not," Harry protested. "It's just, we thought all this time our parents died in a car crash, but now that we know what really happened, I know that dream is really a memory of me seeing Mum — Mum die." His voice shook on the last word. "So, if magic is real, why not dreams? I've just got this feeling, I dunno. I really think I've got to speak to him. I just don't know what I've got to speak to him about, yet."
"If that's what you think," said Ruby, opening the first book from her stack.
"This House thing is stupid," said Harry, lowering his voice to a whisper as the librarian walked past them. "I mean, we can't meet in the library all the time — it closes at eight!"
He seemed disproportionately worried about this, Ruby thought. To her, it was all very, very simple.
"You're my brother," she said, rolling her eyes as she looked up from her book. "We're not going to have some kind of crisis just because Slytherins and Gryffindors don't usually get along."
In summary, Pansy put a rat in someone’s bed, Harry and Draco got in a fight, and Quirrell is acting sus.
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Chapter Twelve: Mirrors and Shadows (Are One and The Same)
“Is it normal what’s happening to me, sir? With the shadows?”
“N-Normal?” stuttered Quirrell. “Why, it’s e-extraordinary, Mr. Potter. I am so glad that you’ve c-confided in me. I always liked to go to P-Professor Slughorn myself, when I was your age.”
“Professor Slughorn, sir?”
Quirrell’s expression was strangely wistful.
“Y-Yes. Used to teach Potions, y-you know. Very admirable man. Extraordinarily helpful, to those who were a-academically or p-politically inclined. But you wouldn’t be much interested in that quiet sort of life, would you, P-Potter?”
After chaos, comes reflection... the shadows return.
On his friends’ request, Harry agrees to confide in a professor about the strange shadows lurking around him. Why not Professor Quirrell, around whom his scar hurts and magic stabilizes?
Of course, Harry doesn’t realize just who he’s talking to.
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