"But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of James and Lily lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them."
- Chapter 16, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via notharrypleaseno)

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so i go to a private school where tuition costs more than most people make in a year and lemme tell you, rich kids are so unaware that they’re rich it’s hilarious and frightening at the same time

I go to a private school too and a while back I was complaining about how I was never home alone and a guy legitimately said “just buy a hotel room”
Rich kids are scary

They really are.

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Anonymous asked:

*Shyly waves hand and asks if you can write a fic where the maruaders and Lily, Marlene, Alice, and Frank are all sharing secrets and one of the girls let it slip out that Lily only sleeps in a t shirt and knickers and James starts freaking out and everyone else is just snickering.* It can be pre dating or post dating i don't mind.

Sombreros are Cool Answer:


*WAVES BACK VIOLENTLY* It’s pre-dating. I think. THIS IS A FAB PROMPT AND I’M NOT DOING IT JUSTICE. But I hope it’s acceptable. heh

The seventh years of Gryffindor sat in a circle by the dying fire, a comfortable darkness enveloping them. The other students had long gone to bed, and the castle was quiet.

Lily and Marlene sat cross-legged beside the fireplace, the orange glow illuminating half their faces. James, Sirius and Remus lounged on the floor, backs against the sofa, while Peter perched on the arm. Alice and Frank occupied the loveseat.

They’d gone through all the routine topics already, each swigging a bottle of nicked butterbeer. It had been determined that the hottest Ravenclaw boy was definitely Benjy Fenwick, having grown a full set of biceps over the last summer. Have you seen those arms, Lily had gushed, and James had reflexively flexed his own. Not that he cared what Lily thought of arms, of course.

Duncan McAdams and Lucy Song had been the most recent couple to get caught out by a prefect, they’d shared, and Lily had mouthed to Sirius, what about you? Sirius merely winked back, tying his hair into a sloppy bun.

Who is the fittest teacher, Alice had asked, and a chorus of MINERVAAAA by James and Sirius had earned a cushion in the face each from Remus.

When the laughter died down, Marlene took another swig, set the bottle down, and looked around.

“All right,” she announced, “embarrassing things about each other.”

Sirius spoke up at once. “Peter talks in his sleep.”

“I do not!”

“Remember when you fell out of bed at bloody four in the morning, screaming about cheese?”

“That was ONE TIME,” Peter sniffed indignantly, “and you’d stolen all my waxed cheddar.”

Lily threw her hair back with a laugh, and James had to admire the way it looked, glowing in the light of the fire. Well, no, he didn’t have to. And he shouldn’t. He blinked a few times, turning back to his friends.

“Sirius spends half an hour on his hair a day.” It was Remus who spoke next.

“I thought you said it was natural!” Marlene gasped in mock indignation.

“Look.” Sirius raised his hands. “The Scottish rain isn’t good for the curls.”

Marlene rolled her eyes, but Lily nodded in understanding, brushing her fingers through her waves. James blinked again.

“James,” Frank announced, “has taken to wearing cologne. He’s definitely trying to some girls.”

Peter leaned in to take a sniff, laughing in confirmation. James felt his cheeks burn. He wasn’t trying to impress some girls. He wasn’t trying to impress a girl, either, thanks.

“Alice sleeps in the cutest little teddy bear pajamas, even though they show her ankles and she’s had them since first year.” Lily said, blowing her a kiss.

Frank snorted. Alice gave him a slap on the arm, laughing.

“My mum made them for me, okay? It’s not like you’re any better, Lily, sleeping in just that giant Quidditch shirt and your knickers.”

James’s head snapped up, which he hurriedly disguised as noticing something really interesting, so so interesting going on at the back of the room.

Knickers. A giant Quidditch shirt. A giant Quidditch shirt that may or may not have been his, from that one time it started raining heavily during one of their patrols and they had to take cover in the changing rooms. And she’d gotten cold, so he’d tossed her a clean practice shirt from his locker. No, definitely not a Quidditch shirt that would be just right for him, but too big for the petite Lily Evans. Knickers. Lily sodding Evans in some knickers and his shirt.

He gaped at Lily for a bit, who sat with her head down with a glorious flush creeping up her ears. His heart thudded unsteadily.

This girl was bad for his health.

After a moment, Sirius leaned in. “Watch it,” he whispered, jabbing at James’s side.

James looked down, swore internally, and pulled a cushion over the tightening in his pants, looking anywhere but at the people around him.

He didn’t know who else saw, but he wished that a bloody basilisk would descend from the heavens and do him in. Save him from the embarrassment.

Taking a breath, he chanced a look around him. Frank and Alice were whispering to each other, oblivious, Peter was nodding off, and Lily was laughing at something Remus said. Sirius was biting his lip so hard he nearly drew blood, but at least he was holding his laughter in.

I’m safe, he breathed, but then his eyes locked with Marlene’s.

She raised her brows, smirking.


Harry: Alright now we're gonna learn expelliarmus.

Some lil twit in the DA: but isn't that kind of a pansy-ass spell?




Harry Potter au where Harry didn’t lose being a parsletongue and Albus buys a snake as a pet one year because snakes are cool and one day just walks in on Harry and the snake having a deep conversation

Albus is 17 and loses his virginity in his room and forgets the snake talks to his dad and when Harry gets home the snake is all like OH MY GOSH YOU’D NEVER GUESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHAT HAPPENED

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tbh i think straight girls appreciate girls more than straight boys do

we’re the ones that have sex with them so i think that’s unlikely

1. Straight men are not the only people having sex with women
2. I got some fascinating news to tell you about the disappointing nature of most straight men in bed
3. Fucking women doesn’t mean you appreciate them as people, not in the slightest

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