I post whatever the heck I feel like, and if you've got a problem with that, feel free to leave. No hard feelings, yo. I'm slowly working on a tags page, but lord only knows when I'll finish that, so below are a few of my common tags.
- this is a stereotypical blog post: all my personal text posts
- krystaaaal's bleh: sometimes I get sad, and this is the tag I use if I post about it
- If something has a clearly defined fandom (ie: Supernatural, Pokemon, etc.) I always tag for it
Here is the story that most have forgotten, that Kendra told her sons, though only her daughter, hidden in the corner, was listening at the time; that old Isla told Alphard when he tracked her down before her death; that lines of Duffers have passed down over the years, while the other houses have let it fall away; and that Hermione once found on a crumbling bit of parchment in the darkest corner of the Restricted Section (though she did not have time to decipher it fully).
The first wizard was Saynday, say some, though his name matters little. He is called many peculiar things all around the world. And his power was the power that all wizards and witches have and do not always remember that they have, which is the power to dance between clarity and confusion, by turning empty words to powerful reality. So Saynday cherished his words. He needed some loyal and clever being to help spread them all throughout the world, and in particular to help spread them to the first witch, who likewise has ten million names and who he had spied once, beautiful and dark-skinned with flashing eyes, gazing at him from her winter home on the sea foam. But now, alas, she was guarded from his gaze, in her jealous parents’ summer palace at the center of the sun.
So a great contest was held, to find who was the most loyal and courageous and cunning and clever creature in the world, who might carry the first wizard’s love missives to the very first witch. And the eagle, the buzzard, the crow, and the raven all failed on the first try, for they could fly far, but not to the center of the sun. And at last only magical beasts — the great dragon, the great thestral, and the great phoenix — remained. And to each of these Saynday gave a different proposal of marriage, and bade them to bring it to the beautiful witch in her sun palace.
Dragon flew half-way, until he could see the handmaidens of the sun witch gazing at him with their eyes that were stars. At that point he heard some twitting near his ear, and it was the very common and thoroughly un-magical Owl.
"What do you want?" asked Dragon.
"Oh dear," said Owl, "Oh dear. Oh dear. The witch of the sun will never look at you. You are all fleshy and pink and disgusting, with that webbing between your wings. Look, see how even the star-handmaidens turn away and flicker out their eyes to avoid seeing you. Quick, let me hold that missive for you, and you can use your magic to give yourself lovely bright scales.”
So Dragon did as he was told, but when he was done Owl had sprung ahead with the missive, and he could not follow, for his scales were heavy and slowed him down.
Great Thestral, large and black, made it three quarters of the way, to where the first witch’s moon gatekeeper stood, and there Owl caught up with him.
"Oh, he will not let you through!" screeched Owl, "For look, the Phoenix who came before you has tricked him, and so he is furious. You will have to turn yourself invisible. Hand me your marriage proposal, and I will hold it while you do so."
So Thestral did just that. But when it was done Owl would not give the missive back, no matter how furiously he stomped his hooves.
"What is that stomping?" asked the gatekeeper.
"Take this knife and plunge it into your heart, and you will see," said Owl. And the gatekeeper did so (this is why the sun and stars are hot and living, but the moon is cool dead rock), and caught sight of Thestral, but by then it was too late, for Owl had vanished through the gate.
Owl caught up with Phoenix just as he was circling the palace.
"Oh dear," said Owl, "Oh dear, oh dear. Look at you, terrified of a few sunny flames. The witch of the sun is laughing at you, I think. Here you fly, nervous and terrified of being burnt, when you are such a powerful magical being yourself and can surely stand a few flames. Fly right in!"
"I worry, dear Owl, that my missive will burn up."
"Oh, never mind that," said Owl, "I’ll hold it, and you can go in and fetch the witch of the sun."
So Phoenix did just that, but of course he never reached her. The sun burned him up to a crisp, and, pitifully, he crawled out and cursed Owl with his last dying breaths.
But Owl felt he did not deserve curses, for he knew perfectly well that the witch of the sun was a kind being. She would not let any creature die at her doorstep. And so it was. Out she came, and when she saw Phoenix she cried over him and gave him back his life, and gave him besides that the power to revive himself, to be born from his own death, should he ever need it.
So the great dragon and the great thestral and the great phoenix became more magical than they yet were for their troubles. But it was clever, ordinary Owl who gave the sun witch her proposals, and who subsequently flew back with her acceptance.
And this is why common owls are trusted with our words.
The United States Postal Service has released Harry Potter forever stamps. (In case you don’t know, forever stamps are good “forever.” Even when stamp prices increase, one forever stamp is still all you need to send a letter.)
Because I am an adult I bought 2 books of Harry Potter stamps. One is to keep forever in a safe place because I am a nut. The other is so that anyone I send a letter to can know how cool I am.
“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?” The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. “Yes,” he breathed back. He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. “He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
In the end, Voldemort’s fate twice came down to the choice of a woman, a mother.
Rock ‘n roll.
Harry Potter as a series repeatedly tells us never to underestimate a mother’s love. Lilly’s love for Harry nearly killed Voldemort the first time, Narcissa’s love for Draco set him up for his real death, and Voldemort’s greatest general was killed by Molly, a mother who loved all of her children and feared losing any more to the magical war.
Bitches. Get. Stuff. Done.
#but i would SO DEEPLY LOVE for this moment to be the start#of a harry/narcissa friendship that everyone else thinks is REALLY WEIRD#like they send each other owls ALL THE TIME#she helps him properly cleanse and renovate 12 grimmauld place#she takes him shopping for proper wizarding clothes #he buys her dinner#they go to professional quidditch matches together#wizarding paps keep getting pictures of them going places arm-in-arm and giggling#draco gets up in the middle of the night and comes to the kitchen#to harass the house-elves for tea#and harry and narcissa are down there barefoot in their pajamas#possibly draco starts to cry #IT COULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL (via)
If you asked me to pick my favorite Harry Potter character, I would have a hard time picking between Luna Lovegood and Narcissa Malfoy.
But like okay, regarding the above, Harry Potter is the heir to the Blacks, to her family, it starts off kind of politically and she has to make sure he doesn’t ruin anything or throw away any other important heirlooms and then they become buddies and Harry is babysitting Teddy one day and Narcissa is kinda punched in the heart with the realization that yes, this is her baby grand-nephew and she eventually reconciles with Andromeda and then I have a lot of Black Family Feelings.
Alternately, AU in which Narcissa Malfoy and Molly Weasley team up and together they Fight Crime As Badass Moms.
A massive crested tea pot, and four little cups and saucers for each little Hogwarts House. This tea set is gorgeous.
Sold on Etsy.
Did anyone realize that Remus found Harry wandering the castle by himself on Halloween because Ron and Hermione went to Hogsmeade and even though Harry didn’t give it much of a thought, Remus knew that it was the anniversary of James and Lily’s death so he took Harry to his office and prepared tea and talked to him so that neither one would feel alone? Because I just realized this and now I’m sad.
NOBODY ASKED YOU FOR YOUR OPINION
LOOK WHAT’S BACK ON MY DASH
REBLOGGING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
I’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR THIS
just noticed how ron is rubbing harry’s hair here while his brother rubs his as well and now i’m having head canon’s that ron did it because that’s how his brothers show affection and he thought of harry as a brother and help i am having hp feels
In one world, Tom Riddle dies on a summer’s day, killed by his own sickly green curse.
In another world, Tom Riddle dies on a summer night, as the German bombs claim Wool’s orphanage and everyone in her.
In yet another world, an unnamed baby boy is buried in the depths of winter along with his unidentified mother in the pauper’s section of a poor London churchyard.
In this world, Tom Riddle is born just like his counterparts, in London, on the thirty-first of December, nineteen-twenty-six. Like her counterparts, Merope Gaunt Riddle does not survive the night.
But in this world, Merope was never so deluded as to believe in her husband’s love, and, as all things change, Henry Thomas Riddle (Tommy for short), arrives in Little Hangleton, the home of his forefathers, on the fifteenth of January, nineteen twenty-seven.
“Well, then,” says his grandfather (the Henry for whom he is named), “We had better make the most of it.”
His grandmother sniffs, “At least the boy is healthy.”
In one world, Henry Thomas Riddle receives a Hogwarts letter. His grandparents are shocked. His father, with dawning angry revelation, is less so. Henry is less than impressed with the offered curriculum, and so heads for Eton as planned in September.
In another world, Tom Riddle is not wise enough to carry a broom the first time he visits the depths of The Chamber of Secrets, and his skeleton lies there forever.
But in this world, it is a baby girl born in the orphanage, and the name that is hissed on dying breath is not Tom, but “Maia… for my… mother.”
Maia is a quiet child, studious and neat. She is not a nasty, unfriendly, bullying child, for it is not ladylike to be so. Boys might be allowed to hide away to brew cruel thoughts, but it is the nineteen thirties, and the girls are kept busy with their chores – sewing, cooking and the laundry.
Maia finds her niche in the nursery. Here, she is taught patience and compassion. She is also taught to hide her remarkable intelligence, but never quite succeeds. She finds joy in first steps, first words, and that the orphanage children are some of the best behaved and cleverest in school.
She is surprised to receive her Hogwarts letter, but very pleased to meet Mr Dumbledore, for he looks terribly wise, and Maia does so dearly love to learn.
In one world, Maia Smith (not one of those Smiths, for she is Muggle-born) studies healing, founds a magical orphanage, teaches potions for many years, and becomes headmistress of Hogwarts.
In another world, Merope adds the ashwinder eggs to the Amortentia before she takes the potion from the fire - it is the last mistake she ever makes.
In one world, much like in the first world, Tom Riddle spends his first years in the orphanage, growing crueller by the day. He is a liar and a bully and a thief.
One winter’s day he steals from the right person. The professor is a canny man, an archaeologist used to the beggar boys of such foreign places as India and Egypt. He holds Tom’s wrist and remarks that they’d take his hands for theft, were they in the East. Tom is terrified and angry - he cannot burn this man, cannot bend him to his will (in the first world, Tom would feel much the same meeting Albus Dumbledore for the first time. In this world, Tom is but seven years of age and not yet set onto his path)… and he is intrigued. The professor knows of magic, but he is not a wizard. He knows of troubled young boys, for he was one. And he offers a home, even if it is the travelling kind.
Tom learns magic from shamans and wisemen the world around. He speaks ten languages (if you count the language of snakes – Tom does). He realises the value of people, rather than their labels. He learns to love and be loved, and most of all, he learns the horror of human suffering.
Tom returns to England as a young man, and discovers quite by accident in a book the description of his mentor’s prized amulet – a terribly valuable charm against magical attack.
(submitted by edenkings)
Bad Cake, the sorting hat is not for naps.
Harry Potter cast for Empire
Hello, we are the cast of Harry Potter. And we are incredibly sexy.
These are some of the most beautifully composed pictures I have ever seen.
THEY EVEN MANAGED TO MAKE TIMOTHY SPALL NOT LOOK LIKE A SUPER CREEPER!!!!
This is excellent!!! I can’t decide if David, Gary, or Jason looks the best though.
Um, more of this please? Where do I sign up?
A moment of silence for the poor students who were in Harry’s year and only wanted a normal Hogwarts education.
remus lupins name is like “werewolf mcwerewolf” and his boggart is a moon and he misses classes on the full fucking moon. everyone except hermione is a DINGDONG