Auror Draco Lucius Malfoy

i was thinking a bit about the widespread hate for the deathly hallows epilogue (and by extension, cursed child) and i think the main reason why people dislike it so much is that it’s more illustrative of jkr’s extremely regressive views on relationships and family than perhaps anything else in the series. in the epilogue, all the main characters are happily married to their high school sweethearts, there’s no evidence that they suffer from any lingering trauma from the violent conflict that they all lived through, and they have all adopted the trappings of stable, conventional british adulthood. in other words, they’ve become exactly what the first few books presented the wizarding world as an alternative to.

not only that, the epilogue is kind of the cherry on top for the notion (present throughout the books) that your teenage years are the be-all-end-all for friendships and romantic relationships. almost all of the married adults we see in the books met their spouse at hogwarts, then married and had kids right after they left school. ffs, harry’s parents got married when they were still teenagers and popped out a kid at an age when most people’s biggest concern is not tanking their gpa by partying too hard the night before their chem final. the relationship dynamics of harry’s friend group seem to have remained largely static since their teenage years, and like harry’s parents, they all immediately got married and started having children right after high school. apparently the wizarding world still operates according to the 1950s conservative notion that heterosexual marriage, 2.5 kids, and a stable career are the main goals that one should strive for in life. the epilogue presents no evidence of any conflict, no ambiguity, nor any real growth for the main characters, apart from the fact that they are physically older. everything’s tied up with a neat little bow. that’s what i hate about, and i don’t get why people rage about comparatively trivial stuff like harry naming his son after dumbledore and snape.

Wow this post really gets it. The epilogue really wasn’t necessary at all imo, and made me drop my affection for HP instantly. It came at the worst possible personal time for me, the book dropped when I had freshly graduated high school.

This notion that friendships and relationships peaked during the teen years told me as a reader: your adventure is over too, that’s it! Here’s the outline for the rest of your life.

It’s in words

In response to this….

I think this is also why the fandom and fanfiction remains so prolific and lasting beyond the end of the series.

A lot of other series where the ending made sense, or was relatively satisfying to the audience, fanfiction and reimaginings tend to trickle out (my immediate thought is Hunger Games). It’s not that fans of other series aren’t creative, it’s just that there is less need to dream up AUs when you walk away from cannon feeling good about the ending.

But the HP epilogue and Cursed Child were so deeply problematic, and just so far outside what fans had come to understand about the characters and their journey, that it was a literary imperative to right those wrongs through fanfiction.

So, in a weird way - I guess we can all thank JK for botching the end of the story because what she did was give license to writers to say, “Lol, No. That’s literally not what happened.” By misunderstanding her own story, and giving us what essentially amounts to a mediocre AU, she opened the floodgates. And I think the attitude is, ‘Well if she can re-write the characters, then so can we.’ And we (the fans/writers/scholars/artists) did a WAY better job.

Hard agree with all of this. HP is literally the only fandom I write for because every other fandom I’m in and love satisfied me in and of itself through canon. But I don’t think it was just the ending of HP that left me feeling Wrong about canon HP. Things like Sirius and all the Marauders dying, things like not a single evil character getting a satisfying redemption arc (for me) or no redemption arc at all, the entirety of the Hinny arc… Idk. The book literally felt like it had been written by a conservative (duh); as I read it, I felt like there were so many things that should’ve happened but didn’t because “Those Things shouldn’t be portrayed in literature, they’re not proper!” It honestly felt like the most progressive thing in the books was that the hero wore glasses tbh.

31 Oct

I think about him a lot

quick everyone shut up,,

-Molly Weasley at some point

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Ok if ur under the imperius curse, and they give u veritaserum, and the one who is imperiusing u tells u to lie, are u able to lie or do u have to tell the truth becuase u took veritaserum ???

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Based off of the ramble I made last night?

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Remus finds him leaning against the wall, arms crossed and eyes unreadable. It almost seems like a painting - all silvery light and falling stars and Sirius standing in the middle of it. He hesitantly moves until he’s just a breath away from Sirius, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

Sirius doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to - Remus can feel the guilt rolling off him in waves. It’s all in the harsh set of his shoulders and the bitter twist of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with all the tears he would never shed. Remus almost reaches over, links their hands together but stops himself. Sirius’ eyes flash.

“I’m lost,” he says, softly. The words are jarring, at complete odds to the words he had spoken just minutes before, in a crowded room with an ancient map. “God, Re. I’m so fucking lost.”

Remus swallows, hard. He hasn’t seen Sirius break down like this in a long time. He wonders how long he’s kept these feelings bottled up, like a storm in a glass bottle, trying desperately not to shatter even as the winds grew harsher. “We’re all lost.”

Sirius shakes his head. His hands are clenched at his side, feet braced against the ground as if preparing for a blow. “Do you - “

“Do you need to ask?”

Sirius seems to deflate almost. He looks down, head bowed against the fragile gleam of the stars. “It was the only way.”

“I know.”

He takes a shuddering breath and Remus thinks they’re both falling apart, both collapsing, both broken. He looks up at the sky and wonders how many more times he can rip his own soul apart, how many more sins he can bear.

“They’re all going to die,” he says. Sirius exhales harshly. “You know that. You’re sending them all to their deaths.”

“I know,” Sirius whispers, a horrible echo to the one Remus had breathed just heartbeats ago. “God, I know.”

Remus closes his eyes. He can still see the map that Sirius had laid out; the Death Eaters and the forests and the river that cut through the valley like a blade. “A distraction,” Sirius had said and even then Remus could only just hear the shudder in his voice. “A large group - at least 50. They would hold up the forces - “

“And we’d go in by the river.” James’ voice was cold. “Where the Death Eaters wouldn’t expect us. We’d use their lives as cover.”

“People will die either way,” Sirius said bleakly. “At least we can make it mean something.”

When Remus opens his eyes again Sirius’ face is inscrutable, a mass of glass and metal. “There’s no other - if there were any other choice - “

“This is war,” Remus says. “We make choices and we live with them as best as we can. What else can we do?”

Sirius looks down but he doesn’t flinch away. They’d all stopped doing that a long time ago. War was a flame, burning them all up inside until everything was all sharp edges and smoldering shards.

Sometimes Remus could feel it, slowly slicing him up on the inside, could feel his soul bleeding out. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, drowning in all the lives he’s taken.

“I’ll do it,” Sirius says, and Remus takes a deep breath and holds it, lets the blade cut a little deeper. “I’ll damn myself to save everyone else.”

“I know you will.”

“Will you?” The rest of the question hangs in the air unspoken. How far down will you go?

Remus just smiles, all bitter and cutting and lets Sirius take his hand, holds it tight and lets himself fall.

“However far you go,” he says, and Sirius closes his eyes.

Draco Malfoy in Booty Shorts™️ that say Carpe D.M. on the ass

PANSY PARKINSON

Today, Jonno Roberts, Year 2 Draco Malfoy in the Broadway production of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Drarry shipper and Scorbus shipper, and all-around amazing actor and human, said “Fuck you too, JK Rowling.”

yes, come on then!!!