I apologize for dying! There was a lot of stuff going on. For apologies, I give you:
And
25th of April 2010
6th of February 2010
“
You said to us once before, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we?
We’re with you whatever happens.
”—
Hermione Granger
5th of February 2010
“
You’d think people had better things to gossip about,” said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. “Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.”
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
Harry: What did you tell her?
Ginny: I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail. Much more macho…
Harry: Thanks. And what did you tell her Ron’s got?
Ginny: A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. ”
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
Harry: What did you tell her?
Ginny: I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail. Much more macho…
Harry: Thanks. And what did you tell her Ron’s got?
Ginny: A Pygmy Puff, but I didn’t say where.
Ron scowled as Hermione rolled around laughing. ”
—
JK Rowling
4th of February 2010
3rd of February 2010
Aw.
Let me help you, bb.
Voldemort’s Lament (to the tune of American Pie | Don McLean)
Lyricist: Unknown
A long, long time ago,
I found James and Lily Potter
And their new born babe.
And after I’d had time to boast,
The elder Potters both were toast
And then I thought I’d take some time to gloat.
But then I turned my wand on Harry
And probably looked really scary
Said my incantation, and met with devastation.
Then Hagrid took the boy away
To his Aunt and Uncle’s house to stay
And me, well I just slinked away,
The day that Harry lived.
So why, why won’t this Potter shmuck die?
How’s a four-eyed little nitwit
Make this Evil Lord cry?
I swear sometimes I wonder why I still try,
But someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
Someday that little freak’s gonna fry!
(faster tempo)
So first off I found this guy,
In Transylvania, on the sly,
Bent him to my evil will.
Then we went back to Hogwarts school,
Where my man Quirrel played the fool,
And Dumbledore, he didn’t have a clue!
Oh, but when the Sorc’rer’s Stone was found,
That Harry brat came pokin’ round
He kicked old Quirrel’s ass,
How long will that Lily’s spell last?!
I was a formless blob of floating muck,
Not much more than fumes from a pickup truck,
And I knew I was out of luck,
The day that Harry lived.I started singin’
1st of February 2010
Yes, yes, yes, and yes.These people should rule the world.
Death Eater Collage. Certainly not something you see everyday
(via fuckyeahtomfelton)
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s (Philosopher’s) Stone
31st of January 2010
“
Mistletoe,” said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry’s head. He jumped out from under it. “Good thinking,” said Luna seriously. “It’s often infested with nargles ”
—
J.K. Rowling
“
Why? I thought Voldemort was supposed to be lying low, or are you telling me he’s going to jump out from behind a dustbin and try to do me in? ”
—
Harry Potter
