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justlikedisney:

protect those who complete disney duets with you at all costs

idinaelsa:

who wore it best?

emmawathson:

The Potter Generation 

The Golden Trio: Harry, Ron, or Hermione

Actually I’m highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.

harry potter + handwriting

          ↳ request by caspasta

“Yes. That is exactly what [dementors] are [depression]. It was entirely conscious. And entirely from my own experience. Depression is the most unpleasant thing I have ever experienced. It is that absence of being able to envisage that you will ever be cheerful again. The absence of hope. That very deadened feeling, which is so very different from feeling sad. Sad hurts but it’s a healthy feeling. It’s a necessary thing to feel. Depression is very different.” J.K. Rowling, June 2000

"Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. […] they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Get too near a dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. […] You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life." Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban pg 155

"Thought I was goin’ mad. Kep’ goin’ over horrible stuff in me mind… […] "Yeh can’ really remember who yeh are after a while. An’ yeh can’ really see the point o’ livin’ at all. I used ter hope I’d jus’ die in me sleep. When they let me out, it was like bein’ born again, ev’rythin’ I came floodin’ back, it was the bes’ feelin’ in the world." – Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban pg 183-184

It conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, "which is a kind of anti- dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor.” […] ”The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of […] hope, happiness, the desire to survive.” – Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban pg 196

thewritersramblings:

Happy 450th Birthday, Bard!

April 23, 1564

And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .” 
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..

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