I’m going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years. — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 28.
Happy 38th Birthday Harry Potter! 07.31.1980.
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I’m going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years. — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 28.
Happy 38th Birthday Harry Potter! 07.31.1980.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone - Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived
“A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley… . He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!”“
set in the 90s but there were 0 (zero) chokers or butterfly clips explain to me This
“Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait” (pg. 247, The Goblet of Fire)
I want to imagine that some fan got so heated over this post that they literally went through every single book, page by page, until they found something to fire back with.
And for his Firebolt, he needed - “Hermione,” Harry whispered […] “Hermione - I need you to help me.” […] And so they practiced. They didn’t have lunch, but headed to a free classroom, where Harry tried with all his might to make various objects fly across the room toward him. […] At two o'clock in the morning, Harry stood near the fireplace, surrounded by heaps of objects: […] “That’s better, Harry, that’s loads better,” Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased.
YA lit meme: [2/10] series or books↪ Harry Potter “(…) Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.”
“Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle…?” In the front row, Mrs. Weasley and Madame Delacour were both sobbing quietly into scraps of lace. Trumpetlike sounds from the back of the marquee told everyone that Hagrid had taken out one of his own tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs. Hermione turned around and beamed at Harry; her eyes too were full of tears. “…then I declare you bonded for life.”
“Go on, have a pasty,“ said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Beginning
“It is my belief — and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken — that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you in this Hall have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst. “Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.”
Favorite relationship → Harry and Hermione
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The scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand on it. “What’s up?” said Hermione, looking alarmed. “Scar,” Harry mumbled. “But it’s nothing … it happens all the time now …” None of the others had noticed a thing; all of them were now helping themselves to food while gloating over Harry’s narrow escape.
“Well – I was lucky once, wasn’t I?” said Harry, pointing at his scar. “I might get lucky again.”
Hermione’s lip trembled, and she suddenly dashed at Harry and threw her arms around him.
“Hermione!”
“Harry – you’re a great wizard, you know.”
“I’m not as good as you,” said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.
“Me!” said Hermione. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery and – oh Harry – be careful!”
Happy Anniversary, Harry Potter! Thank you for 20 years of magic ⚡️