ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

ppyajunebug:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Reblogging this kickass post by the equally kickass
lavenderpatil
because everyone should read it

arrogantbullyingtoerag:

"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven’t got a godfather!"

"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though… keep up with my news… check if I’m happy…"

intelligencehavingfun:

skypalacearchitect:

lemon3ram2xtk:

The Greyback Effect

I will always wonder how that child would be…


#that child will be the most magical being of all time
The next Next Gen is looking terrifying
in a good way

Okay but here’s the thing.
Werewolfism and Metamorphmagism don’t work like that.
Werewolfism doesn’t work like that because it’s not genetic. You become a werewolf if you’re bitten by a werewolf, period. It doesn’t pass down from parent to child, so neither Teddy nor Victoire are any percent werewolf.
Metamorphmagism doesn’t work like that because it’s a inherited trait like eye or hair color, not like race. If my mom is blonde and my dad isn’t, I’m not half-blonde. I’m either blonde or I’m not. So Teddy is 100% Metamorphmagus because that trait passed to him, and it either will or will not pass to his children.
The Veela and French percentages are accurate, because being part-Veela is like being part-French or part-Chinese or what have you. So, yes, Victoire would be 12.5% Veela, and her children, if she married a non-Veela, would be 6.25% Veela. But as far as the French goes, Victoire would be 50% French; I have no idea where this 37.5% is coming in. Fleur is, presumably, fully French; Bill is fully English, so Victoire is 50/50 French and English.
Don’t even get me started on the 37.5% Weasley. That’s not how you genealogy, guys.
So the hypothetical child of Teddy and Victoire would be:
0% werewolf (unless bitten by a werewolf, at which point, that turns to 100% werewolf because werewolfism is a binary state)
0% or 100% Metamorphmagus, depending on how dominant a trait Metamorphmagism is.
6.25% Veela and 93.75% human
25% French and 75% English

intelligencehavingfun:

skypalacearchitect:

lemon3ram2xtk:

The Greyback Effect

I will always wonder how that child would be…

#that child will be the most magical being of all time

The next Next Gen is looking terrifying

in a good way

Okay but here’s the thing.

Werewolfism and Metamorphmagism don’t work like that.

Werewolfism doesn’t work like that because it’s not genetic. You become a werewolf if you’re bitten by a werewolf, period. It doesn’t pass down from parent to child, so neither Teddy nor Victoire are any percent werewolf.

Metamorphmagism doesn’t work like that because it’s a inherited trait like eye or hair color, not like race. If my mom is blonde and my dad isn’t, I’m not half-blonde. I’m either blonde or I’m not. So Teddy is 100% Metamorphmagus because that trait passed to him, and it either will or will not pass to his children.

The Veela and French percentages are accurate, because being part-Veela is like being part-French or part-Chinese or what have you. So, yes, Victoire would be 12.5% Veela, and her children, if she married a non-Veela, would be 6.25% Veela. But as far as the French goes, Victoire would be 50% French; I have no idea where this 37.5% is coming in. Fleur is, presumably, fully French; Bill is fully English, so Victoire is 50/50 French and English.

Don’t even get me started on the 37.5% Weasley. That’s not how you genealogy, guys.

So the hypothetical child of Teddy and Victoire would be:

0% werewolf (unless bitten by a werewolf, at which point, that turns to 100% werewolf because werewolfism is a binary state)

0% or 100% Metamorphmagus, depending on how dominant a trait Metamorphmagism is.

6.25% Veela and 93.75% human

25% French and 75% English

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mjwatson:

why is no one talking about this? perfect anagram for:

Harry returns! Won’t say any details now. A week off. No comment

mjwatson:

why is no one talking about this? perfect anagram for:

Harry returns! Won’t say any details now. A week off. No comment

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deadgirlshoes:

*Remus and Tonks losing Teddy in a crowded place*

"What does your son look like?"

"Good question"

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marilynhanson:

this means so much to me. so much

marilynhanson:

this means so much to me. so much

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lookslikeazipper:

Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT

I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON

HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF

AM I DREAMING

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harry potter + everyone is a lady, inspired by x

So.

persephoneholly:

Ron Weasley gives free ice cream to kids. Harry Potter talks about the importance of feminism and gay rights. Hermione Granger is a UN Goodwill Ambassador for Women.

The heroes of my childhood became the heroes of my adulthood.