autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. the morning of the first september was crisp and golden as an apple.

In CoS when they try to sneak into Myrtle’s bathroom to ask her about her death, McGonagall catches them and Harry makes up the excuse that they wanted to see Hermione in the hospital wing and Minnie doesn’t give them detention and then comes this and since we all know Harry’s dumbest excuse, here’s the official suggestion to rate all of Harry’s excuses on a scale from

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Happy anniversary to Cho and Harry going on an incredibly awkward Valentines date instead of either of them going to therapy to deal with their trauma about Cedric

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

Young Harry and Hagrid ﾍ(=￣∇￣)ﾉ

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24/105 hp movie moments that make me emotional

Ordinary

A/N: birthday fic for our boy! spotlighting his 35th to be exact :)

@fightfortherightsofhouseelves love this idea to get fics for Harry’s birthday!!

FF and Ao3

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It’s one of those mornings where time seems to stand still. Where no alarm rings, the day is still quiet, and the sun’s still waking up, and there’s no call to life beyond the bedsheets.

The miracle so far is that none of Harry’s three children have neither burst into the bedroom with ‘vitally important’ requests, nor has an outbreak of drama beckoned him from the confines of the bedroom.

As Harry lies next to his sleeping wife with her lithe, freckled form curled so their backs are pressed together, he considers the true miracle of this, his 35th birthday, is that there really isn’t anything special about it. For too many years of his life, he lived with the idea that his expiration date would come early. That his unexpected demise was in fact, expected.

Now, he has ‘normal’ days, weeks even, where the largest excitement at work is heading over to tell George that illegal potions ingredients are still illegal if the purpose of their use is ‘fun.’ Where he’s home at five on the dot and his family’s safe, and their biggest concern isn’t whether they’ll live to see tomorrow but instead whose turn it is to give the dog a wash.

This year, he did luck out with a weekend birthday, and he doesn’t take for granted that his summer birthday almost ensures he’ll get family birthdays even after all three Potters are at Hogwarts. The thought of them going away has always niggled at the back of his mind, particularly as they got old enough to truly start asking questions about what it’s like and even more so once Lily, the youngest, started ticking off ‘days until.’ James’ countdown is in days now, rather than months or years, and Harry’s heart aches a bit at the thought.

But not for fear like he might have expected when he was eighteen and still riddled with the uncertain haze of life after war. Just that normal tug at the thought that the little bundle of a thing that fit in his arms is old enough to have his own wand.

Maybe that’s the biggest surprise of Harry’s life. It’s just. Normal.

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Although the glasses were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom towards him, at least until they poked him in the eye.

HP 7, ch: The Will of Albus Dumbledore

Happy Birthday, m’boy!

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS 2002 | dir. Chris Columbus

@hogwartsonline | archetypes → Ginny Weasley as the huntress

“And Ginny, don't call Ron a prat, you're not the Captain of this team -”

“Well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should -”

@hogwartsonline | diagon alley → shops pt. 2

❝ “Harry spent the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under the brightly colored umbrellas outside cafes, where his fellow diners were showing one another their purchases (“it’s a lunascope, old boy — no more messing around with moon charts, see?”) or else discussing the case of Sirius Black (“personally, I won’t let any of the children out alone until he’s back in Azkaban”)❞ - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

the straight up funniest thing i know is when people go “harry’s a dumbass and never noticed anything because he thought snape was evil in PS!!!” like so did you bitch…… finding out it was quirrell is literally a plot twist you fucking moron 

      ‘It’s not a case of what you’ll permit, Minerva McGonagall. Your time’s over. It’s us what’s in charge here now, and you’ll back me up or you’ll pay the price.’       And he spat in her face.       Harry pulled the Cloak off himself, raised his wand and said, ‘You shouldn’t have done that.’       As Amycus spun round, Harry shouted, ‘Crucio!’       The Death Eater was lifted off his feet. He writhed through the air like a drowning man, thrashing and howling in pain, and then, with a crunch and a shattering of glass, he smashed into the front of a bookcase and crumpled, insensible, to the floor.       ‘I see what Bellatrix meant,’ said Harry, the blood thundering in his brain, ‘you need to really mean it.’       ‘Potter!’ whispered Professor McGonagall, clutching her heart. ‘Potter - you’re here! What -? How -? ’ She struggled to pull herself together. ‘Potter, that was foolish!’       ‘He spat at you,’ said Harry.

      Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.       Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge; for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.       Harry felt as though he turned in slow motion; he saw McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn blasted backwards, flailing and writhing through the air, as Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb. Voldemort raised his wand and directed it at Molly Weasley.       ‘Protego!’ roared Harry, and the Shield Charm expanded in the middle of the hall, and Voldemort stared around for the source as Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak at last.

harry potter, protecting his mums

To you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end.

‘Well, if you don���t like it, you know what the solution is, don’t you?’ yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger. ‘Oh yeah?’ Ron yelled back. ‘What’s that?’ 'Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!’

I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood. Give me Harry Potter, and they shall not be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight.