chasertiff:

chasertiff:

James and Lily have been dating for a couple months. It’s like their fifth fight and Lily cannot believe James and she says “are you–” but she catches herself and knows better than to say “serious” because he will make a joke about Sirius so she quick edits to “are you kidding” and he says, without paying attention “he’s Sirius, I’m james” and then he realizes his mistake and he’s not sure if he wants to marry her for knowing him so well or breakup with her because she doesn’t appreciate his puns

In their seventh fight James is pissed to high heaven at Lily for missing his Quidditch match which he did awesome at and yeah she feels a little guilty but she can’t help it that she’s a prefect and if a third year girl is crying and needs a walk to the infirmary lily is gonna help her and James says “you chose a 13-year-old girl over me? Are you serious rn?”

And without missing a beat lily says “he’s Sirius, I’m lily.”

And the entire common room goes quiet like everyone in a fucking dead hush and sirius, years later, tells the story at their wedding as “that was the moment I gave James my blessing to propose”

januarium:

batcii:

what happened to the tiny little dragon pals that the triwizard champions drew from that bag????? harry mentions it being in the boys dorm later but never mentions it again like ??? if I had a tiny dragon companion i could carry around on my shoulder like a weird, spiky little bird i would literally never let it out of my sight

@loveheartlover: #oh my god#I never even thought about this#imagine charlie coming home for christmas and fleur like sprints upstairs and fetches her teeny dragon#like ‘charlie I know you like ze dragons look’#and charlie promptly adopts the tiny thing and decides bill’s girlfriend is the best person in the world#and then harry fucking gives him another#and charlie just sits on the floor and cries as he cups these tiny little dragons in his hands

Charlie Weasley crying about tiny dragons is my aesthetic.

elanev91:

hermdoggydog:

believeinprongs:

i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good 

and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG

First Year: “I hope he’s like Lily”

Second Year: “Sweet fuck he’s James.”

aal;skdjfa;lskdjf

jughead-is-canonically-aroace:

padfoot-defense-squad:

headcanonsandmore:

reserve-seeker:

lost-in-a-wizarding-world:

braveremus:

Whenever Hagrid finally decides to retire as Care of Magical Creatures professor you can bet your last knut that Charlie Weasley flies back to England the following week excitedly waving his resume and recommendation letters from no less than two Scamanders and the Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger.

I’m pretty sure he would also have recommendation letters from Rubeus Hagrid, the retiring professor, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived and a very confusing one from Puddlemere United player, Oliver Wood, saying that he was one of the best Seekers he had ever seen.

Not to mention the fact that he flies back to England not on a broomstick or any other normal form of transportation, but landing on the Hogwarts grounds on the back of the largest dragon anyone has ever seen.

Reblogging again for that last addition. 

Charlie: *glides in on a dragon* HELLO HIRE ME

Everyone: What the fuck

Ron: (in the background, mortified) this is normal

it’s norberta right

kirksfatshirts:

cynassa:

nachodiablo:

kirksfatshirts:

Okay, now this has probably been mentioned before, but I love the idea of James Potter’s family being Bengali. 

The UK has a large Indian community, particularly in and around London, Birmingham, and Manchester. However, a lot of people who moved from India to the UK changed their names to sound more “British”, so that they wouldn’t be as discriminated. So it would be totally legitimate for the Poddar family of Kolkata to have moved to London and changed their surname to Potter.

Imagine how wonderful it would have been for Sirius to have gone from this very strict, white, traditional family, the kind that eats at opposite ends of long tables, with many different sets of fine silver cutlery, to the Potters’ loud, colourful house, where Mrs Potter would be singing along to Hum Tum Ek Kamre and Inhi Logo Ne while making chor chori. He would get to eat it with his hands, and sit close enough to everyone to talk and laugh. And how wonderful would it be the first time Sirius celebrates Holi and Diwali with them. They would even take him to Kolkata with them for Durga Puja, where they’d go pandal hopping, and Sirius would think it was more magical than anything his pureblood family had ever shown him.

The longer he lived with them, the more Sirius gets why James loves the Gryffindor colours so much. Red is prosperity, the eternal colour, gold is good fortune, a symbol of Lakshmi. Being a Gryffindor, for James, was a sign of good things to come. And you can just imagine how he would feel seeing the girl he has a crush on wearing red and gold 
 totally ignoring the fact that every other Gryffindor girl would also be wearing red and gold, he would declare it to Sirius as a sign that they were meant to be.

“James, mate
”

“She’s already wearing wedding colours, Pads! It’s fate!”

“Mate.”

And the reason Vernon hated James so much was that he was horrifically racist. Not believing that a brownie could get a decent job. He used racial slurs and referenced “the colonies” during that fateful dinner, and James wouldn’t have been as used to the racial abuse due to the prejudices in the Wizarding world being different, so nearly hexed him when he dared insult his heritage, and that was the reason they never tried having dinner again.

“James Potter is a good English name. He is not English.”

“Actually, I’m from Hounslow.”

Then, after James and Lily’s deaths Sirius would wear nothing but white, and refused to let anyone help carry their bodies out. He was the one who washed and dressed James, as the only real family he had left, and made sure he was cremated properly, and his ashes scattered appropriately.

This is why my James headcanon is always Indian. It just makes sense. I also feel like the Potters not being white would be a reason for why the other pureblood families would look down on them a bit.

My only objection to this is that he wouldn’t be a Bengali. Poddar is typically a Marwari name. He could still be a Calcuttan!! Kolkata has a huge Marwari population, and typically big/middle businesses tend to be run by Marwaris so that might be one more reason why other purebloods would look askance at the Potters, because they made their money from business and trade and weren’t respectably unemployed.

Yo! Thanks for that correction, I had no idea! 

That’s a really cool facet though, and one very in keeping with British traditional prejudices, i.e. Old Money versus New Money. Even if race wasn’t a thing, the New Money Potters would definitely be disdained by the other Old Money Purebloods. Working for a living? How dare they!

joons:

albus severus potter, you were named after two men who taught me how difficult it is to distinguish between good and evil, because every human being has the capacity for both inside themselves. i spent my life idolizing one and vilifying the other, but it wasn’t until i was older that i realized the enormity of the choices they were forced to make and the guilt and regret they carried with them their whole lives. they were both like me, ambitious and stubborn and lost, but they devoted their whole lives to protecting me, and i’ll forever be grateful for that. without them, you would never have been born, and if there’s one thing i want you to remember, it’s that you are always capable of selflessness and bravery, even when it seems impossible, because they were. they were not perfect people, but they were stronger than i ever knew, and they taught me that the choices you make, however small, however misguided, matter. they matter after you’re gone. they matter to the world you want to change, and making the right choice after you’ve made the wrong one, hard as it is, is how we grow. so remember that. be brave, albus severus. you don’t have to be a gryffindor to know what that means.