finnhudsoninoz:

c-is-for-circinate:

…hey Harry Potter fans, we’re all in agreement that Dumbledore brought the Philosopher’s Stone to Hogwarts in Harry’s first year as a test to see whether Voldemort was paying attention and what sort of state he was in, now that Dumbledore’s chosen champion was old enough to hold a wand, right?

Like, Harry learns what magic is and it’s time to start moving towards the full and final destruction of Tom Riddle Junior, so Dumbledore has a chat with his long-time alchemy friend who’s been keeping this thing safe for literally six centuries straight, and ‘borrows’ the easiest source of immortality he can find as bait for a trap to lure Voldemort out into the open so Dumbledore can get the lay of the land to prep for the next seven years. This is canon, right?

Yes, this is canon. In none of the other books is the climactic array of trials set up as a video-game dungeon perfectly tailored to the skillsets of three specific children. Hermione and Ron are drafted into this war quickly.

Draco gets so much shit for trying to kill Dumbledore but honestly who wouldn’t

I’d like to think that when Susan Pevensie heard the news of the train crash, she changed.

Distraught with grief, the realization that she is the last Friend of Narnia hits her, and she becomes desperate to get back. Any time she hears of anything abnormal, she is there- hoping to see a portal to a sunny beach or snowy woods once more. She volunteers at the orphanage and listens to the stories of far away lands the children find while playing, and her heart breaks each time she does not find her beloved Narnia. She loses hope and slowly grows old with age, telling her children the stories of her youth and former position as queen, yet they take it only as fiction.

As she is about to lose all hope, she sits down in her rocking chair and stares at the horizom, praying to find a way back to Narnia. As the sun rises, a glimmer of Aslan appears. She walks towards him, the smiling faces of her siblings reflecting in her mind.

luna as a tattoo artist

shadow-plot:

just think about it:

– she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone
– a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink
– it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch

– hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year
– on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him
– he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it

– she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year
– a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases
– it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night

– she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor
– it’s a ring encircling his middle finger
– the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it

– seamus gets one not long after neville
– it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart

– hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year
– it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side
– it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed

– george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather
– luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart

– draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley
– he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles
– the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself

maraudler:

f is for friends who do stuff together

u is for you and me

n is for nothing in the world could have ever prepared james potter for realising that peter had sentenced him, his wife, his baby to death. peter pettigrew, always a bumbling happy little boy, somewhat insecure, somewhat oddly placed between james and sirius, but nevertheless a true friend, a real brother. james loved him and would have gone to the ends of the earth to protect pete, would have died to save him if he were given no other choice. but peter, peter willingly left his best friend, wife and child to voldemort. nothing could have ever surpassed the weight of james’ heart as he realised, the last thoughts that raced through his mind as he fell to the floor. his trust had never faltered.