can someone explain this god damn american government thing i keep hearing about it wtf
the ministry has fallen. scrimgeour is dead. they are coming
Don’t you see, it was a ceremony. An initiation.
I’ve just had a heartbreaking thought. What if Peter Pettigrew WAS like Neville Longbottom? The difference is he didn’t have the support Neville had.
The war was on. During the school year, he had his friends. He had adventures. He genuinely cared about them. Maybe he was a little envious. Remus was a prefect. He probably had good marks and was able to keep up with James and Sirius. Sirius was bold and outspoken and charismatic and a rebel. He had the strength to stand up to his own family. James’ parents doted on him and spoiled him a little because he was the unexpected blessing—the child who had come to them in their later years. James was a Quidditch player and confident and skilled.
“Hero-worshipped Black and Potter. Never quite in their league, talent-wise. I was often rather sharp with him… Stupid boy… Foolish boy…”—Minerva McGonagall on Pettigrew
Peter needed Sirius and James’ help to become an animagus. If Peter WAS like Neville then his interests weren’t ‘socially acceptable.’ Herbology isn’t ‘cool.’ I’m not sure what Peter’s subject might have been. Still, his friends encouraged him. And he loved them for it. But he was always in their shadow. And he had that seed of doubt about himself.
And if Peter WAS like Neville, then his own family might not have understood where his strengths were.Maybe he had a critical grandmother, too. Only his gran never saw how good and brilliant he could be like Augustus had the chance to with Neville. Maybe Peter’s parents were skilled and beloved just as Neville’s were. Maybe even at home he felt he was in someone’s shadow.
What if, Peter had the potential to be just as brave and good as Neville and the hat saw it…but Peter was never given the chance.
The Death Eaters got to him first.
And after he betrayed his friends, he couldn’t face himself. The guilt ate away at him. He escaped. He didn’t feel as though he deserved to be Peter Pettigrew anymore. He didn’t deserve to be a man.
So he became a rat. Maybe he was trying for penance. Maybe he had been determined to live the rest of his life paying for his worst mistake.
He was worrying himself sick when Sirius escaped from Azkaban. He knew he wanted to kill him. And so he ran again. But he didn’t go directly to Voldemort. He was found in Hagrid’s cabin. He wasn’t loyal to Voldemort. The books made it very clear he only stayed out of fear for his own life.
Then, Sirius and Remus were ready to kill him at the Shrieking Shack. They wouldn’t listen to his pleas:
“Sirius, Sirius, what could I have done? The Dark Lord… you have no idea… he has weapons you can’t imagine…. I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James. I never meant it to happen…. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named forced me — He — he was taking over everywhere! Wh — what was there to be gained by refusing him?”
Sirius even says,”THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”
Easier said than done. Sirius and James and Remus, to our knowledge were never tortured. Even if Peter wasn’t physically tortured, maybe he was psychologically.Maybe it took a long time. Maybe Peter did try to protect his friends, but he wasn’t as strong as them. Maybe after Hogwarts, without the constant reassurances of his friends and protection of them and teachers…his fear and whatever smaller anxieties and the Death Eaters were just too much.We don’t know what the Death Eaters did.
And so in a way, Peter tried to be brave. But he wasn’t flashy. He wasn’t bold. But he tried.
Yes, Peter returned to Voldemort. He returned after two people he once called friends threatened to kill him. He returned because as Voldemort put it… He had no where else to go.
SO. IF JK IS WRITING THESE NEW MOVIES, AND IT’S TAKING PLACE IN NEW YORK AND NOT HOGWARTS… DO YOU REALIZE THAT THIS MEANS WE’LL GET WHOLE NEW LINES OF MERCHANDISE TO FREAK OUT OVER AND WASTE ALL OUR MONEY ON???
WE’LL HAVE TO BUY WHOLE NEW COSTUMES TO WEAR AT EACH PREMIERE.
gifs that break tumblr’s fourth wall?
well fuckity fuck me
"Hm. Perhaps I should visit good Queen Bess again."said the Doctor.He tossed his brown coat onto his chair. He drummed his fingers on the console. He couldn’t decide. Ood songs. Hah. Oods and their prophecies.He had his TARDIS. He could run as far and long as he wanted.
The cloister bells started tolling. The TARDIS shuddered and the Doctor’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, love?”
A cloud of grey ash exploded on his right and he landed on his rump. He coughed, waved a hand, and cleared the air.A woman with wild hair and a battle worn black dress stood above him. She had a slim piece of wood in her hand. Her breaths were short as if she had been running. She inspected herself. And gradually, she was aware of her new surroundings.
Bellatrix spotted the slim, suited man on the grated floor.”Barty?”
"What?How did you—?"The Doctor hopped up and started checking the settings on the TARDIS console. He pulled the monitor towards him and squinted at the screen trying to figure out if he had left the shields down again.
"Why are you dressed like a filthy muggle?"
"Oy, I am very well groomed. Ask anyone—except Queen Elizabeth the Second. Do I barge into your home and criticize what you wear?"He glanced at her clothing."Raggedy-Ann?"
"How dare you?"growled Bellatrix. She drew her wand and turned the Doctor around. She yanked on his tie, pulled him towards her, and poked her wand under his chin."You coward…is this where you’ve been hiding?"
"I take it we’ve met…"said the Doctor. He arched a brow."Oh, I bet that was something.Something to dread, then?"He glanced at the thin piece of wood in her hand.
"You take it we’ve met?"said Bellatrix. She frowned deeper."Did they suck out your soul or what little brains you had?"
"Soul-sucking? Ewww…"He loosened his tie and smoothly ducked under her arm.He turned his back to her and consulted the monitor."Not looking forward to that."
"Am I standing in a muggle machine?"It was buzzing and whirling and beeping and rumbling."That’s disgusting…"Her eyes widened."Am I dead? That bloodtraitor Weasley she—Is this…punishment?I’m a muggle now? Am I going to be like you?"She gestured to him.
"Muggle? Sorry? You’ve been reading too much Harry Potter…"He turned back around. "Oh…"He pointed to himself. "Barty…That was cinema.I was playing a part. And I was rather good at it, too.Good ol’, J.K." He chuckled."You’re a fan, eh?I must have a photo I can sign or something somewhere."The Doctor watched something on his monitor and slowly turned around.
Bellatrix looked at her wand, “Lumos.”No light.She banished her wand at the up and down pulsing thing in the middle of the room.”Reducto!” Nothing happened. She screamed.
"I refuse…to live like this."She drew a knife from her boot."Who is in charge? I’m going to find whoever is responsible for this and I am going to make them beg me to kill them…"
His mood suddenly somber.”You have to go back.You don’t belong here. And I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, Bellatrix.”
"What are you talking about?"
"This isn’t your world. Your universe. That’s why your magic won’t work.You have to go back."
"To the battle?"
"Fine. I don’t like it here anyway,"said Bellatrix."Take me back."
"I’m not in charge of that,"he nodded towards the cloud of grey ash that was reforming."You can’t just will yourself out of facing the consequences of your actions."
"Don’t lecture me, Crouch,"said Bellatrix stepping back into the grey and dust.The cloud of ash swallowed her whole before disappearing.
"I wasn’t…I was talking to myself,"said the Doctor.He sighed. "Time to stop running."
Alright fellow Potterheads. I’m doing a thing. Reblog this if you are in the Harry Potter fandom and I will write your url on a list on my wall. Pictures will come later. I’m rebuilding DA.
That sound? It’s the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces
I… I just noticed that both Harry and Neville are dressed similarly to their fathers during the battle of Hogwarts.
Very sneaky costume department
Anyway, this is a fancast of Bellatrix at different stages in her life.
For marauder era, I prefer younger Helena,but Alessandra Torressani definitely could’ve pulled off the conflicted, on the tragic rise, Bellatrix Black.
If Bellatrix had survived long enough, I’d think Bernadette Peters could’ve made a brilliant older Bellatrix.
Is it just me or John Green looks like James Potter nursing Harry?
make john green find the thing
john green will die when he finds the thing