#first time parent

at this rate they’ll never pass their newts (again)

one time, i forgot my sweater at home and i tried to hint at my crush if he would give me his sweater because i was too shy to ask him. so i said to him, “man i’m so cold. i wish i had a sweater” and then he laughed at me and said, “sucks to be you.”

hi there! just want to let u know that we use the "harryjpotteredit" tag for every original harry james potter edits~ i love ur edit k have a nice day :3

oooh thank you so much! I’ve been wondering… will be tagging my stuff like that from now on thank you! 😊

what if magic was real but it was treated the way music is now with different genres and like “oh youre still into conjuring? thats cool I guess. recently ive been getting into third-wave post-necromancy, it’s some pretty heavy stuff”

Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That’s why Gryffindors all sing: Weasley is our  K i n g .

Maybe the gods found you for a reason. Maybe the ocean brought you to them because it saw someone who was worthy of being saved. But the gods aren’t the ones who make you Maui. You are.

Alfie + his contagious laugh.

DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW DRACO MALFOY IS JUST A HUGE FUCKING MEME YOU CANT TELL ME HOGWARTS STUDENTS DIDNT SAY “my father will hear about this” OR “potter” ON A DAILY BASIS WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED I JUST WONT ALLOW IT

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!’

“He’ll be famous — a legend — I wouldn’t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in the future — there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!”

Am I crazy, or is that the same dress you were wearing the last time I saw you? You must be crazy, because I don’t wear the same dress ever.