michaeljfoxy:

Dumbledore’s Army. On Patronus Day!

#i’m getting emotional #because when i think about the DA #i just get all my hp feels #it’s like #it’s like the ESSENCE of the story #it’s the students banding together and being good and overcoming evil #and it’s like they’re doing all this hard work while having FUN #and being TOGETHER #and just OH GOD HARRY POTTER MAN #THESE BOOKS #and then the PATRONUSES #i just can’t even describe how this makes me fEEL

middleschoolchamps:

singing-sorrowless:

My mom and I were watching Prisoner of Azkaban tonight and we got the the scene with the boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Probably the first week of school. Here’s precious cinnamon roll Remus Lupin, back at Hogwarts after over a decade, but as a professor this time. Alone this time. His best friends are dead. The one that killed them has escaped from prison, hunting down their little boy. The Marauders are dead and gone.
But when he asks Frank & Alice’s boy what he’s most afraid of, the poor sap says “Professor Snape.”
And then Remus is 15 again and Sirius and James are snickering over his shoulder.
“Ay Moony, let’s see Snivellus in a dress!!”
No, he’s an authority figure now. So is Snape. Professor Snape. They have to treat each other with respect. He can’t let old grudges-
“I want you to imagine Professor Snape in your grandmother’s clothes,” he whispers to Neville, stifling a smile.
“Riddikulus!”
Snape tumbles out of the cupboard with a little red handbag and a stuffed vulture on his head.
Remus almost feels Sirius clap him on the back and he allows himself a deep, roaring laugh with the Marauders for the first time in 12 years. “Knew you still had it in you, Moony.”
For a split second he sees James’ smug grin out of the corner of his eye, but then he blinks and it’s only Harry.

Kill me right now

marauders4evr:

therewerenorelevanturlsavailable:

wickedbitchofthewestcoast:

mira-of-sassgard:

iamthepureblindraven:

malfoycat:

stephenhawqueen:

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

neville: *messes up his potion*

gordon ramsay: *holds neville between two slices of bread* what are you

neville: an idiot sandwich

no no no!

Imagine that this is Gordon Ramsay a la Masterchef Junior

Neville: *messes up the potion, realizes it, starts crying quietly*

GR: What’s going on?

Neville: *explains how he messed up*

GR: Oh gosh okay…we can fix this, don’t cry, see, it’s fine now? Just be more careful when you’re adding the Newt’s eyes, all right? Drop them in gently. There we go. No more tears.

Neville: *giggles wetly, wiping eyes*

Yes, he only screams when he’s dealing with people that claim to know what they’re doing and clearly dont, when he’s teaching he’s very kind and patient because they’re still learning.

He’d probably do the bread thing to Malfoy.

nononononono. I get that Malfoy is a bit of a twat, but he’s still a kid. It’d be the teachers fucking up that he’d have trouble with.

Ramsay: All you had to do was treat it with a fucking Beozar! 

Slughorn: It was a stressfu-

Ramsay: How long have you been teaching potions?!

or

Ramsay: So you’re going to raise this boy SPECIFICALLY so he can die as part of your twisted little scheme? 

Dumbledore: It’s for the greater good, professor. 

Ramsay: The greater fucking good?! *holds two slices of bread either side of dumbledoor’s face* What are you? 

Dumbledore: Am I, per chance, an idiot sandwich? 

Ramsay: Yes, you fucking are. 

Okay, now I can reblog it!

Rowena Ravenclaw: so, we need to build our school somewhere
Godric Gryffindor: how about next to this bad-ass forest full of fucked up dangerous shit?
Helga Hufflepuff: GODRIC NO
Salazar Slytherin: GODRIC YES