Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Salazar Slytherin.
"And who did [Draco] marry? It wasn’t Pansy right, or was it?"
JKR: “No! God, it wasn’t Pansy Parkinson. I loathe Pansy Parkinson. I don’t love Draco but I really dislike her. She’s every girl who ever teased me at school. She’s the Anti-Hermione. I loathe her.”
Let’s talk about how Pansy Parkinson was a bully, how she sliced and cut with words, how she lied, cajoled, and taunted. She probably left some scars that never quite healed.
Now let’s talk about James Potter.
Let’s talk about James and his carefully rumpled hair and his cruel entertainments. Let’s talk about how McGonagall wept for him, how Hagrid bawled, how Lily loved him and Harry stood tall in his image.
No one wept for Pansy Parkinson.
Tell me about a Pansy who plucked the Inquisitor’s Squad badge off her chest with shaking fingers only in the cold comfort of her room or Draco’s, who leaned against him and whispered under the fire’s crackle, some nights, “What are we doing? Do you know what we’re doing?”
They both knew the answer to that question. Some nights Draco said, “Whatever we want,” or “What we have to,” and some nights he said, “Surviving.”
She listened to the shake in his voice and thought, with something like pride, and another something like grief, the boy’s learned how to lie.
"This isn’t what I thought heroics would look like," she confided, one night, when she’d fled to Draco’s little single room because Millicent Bulstrode had been crying herself to sleep in hers.
"Who said we’re the heroes?" said Draco, but he let her curl up on the other half of his bed, a careful three inches between their crescent-moon spines.
Tell me about the Carrows calling them into their office, telling them about all the viscera they would come to love, the sick little noises, about how good they all were, such promise, even you, Millicent, stop sniveling.
Let’s talk about how Pansy and Draco grew up at different rates. One had a tattoo on his left forearm and the other had terror in her voice when she told her school to give up Harry Potter and save themselves. The ink beading Draco’s skin, that was terror too, plain and simple, grasping for anything that looked like safety.
They screamed at each other, over the years, across mahogany dining tables and sticky pub booths, over words and deeds, broken hearts and old tremors. He felt guilty when she felt vulnerable. He felt redeemable when she felt dirty.
How dare you? Do you remember what they did? Do you remember what we did? Do you?
They swapped words, insults and frequencies, him shrilling in their own defense and her rumbling their own guilt. They spat and screamed and brought each other coffee on cold mornings.
"I want you to have something warm to hold onto," they didn’t say, as they bumped shoulders, sighed, and swallowed the bitter liquid down.
Warmth curled in their stomachs all day long. For the first few years, panic ran the edge of it, that warmth, because they were not supposed to be warm. Pansy let her fingers freeze some mornings, like a penance, though she wasn’t sure if it was for old deeds or for this morning, just this morning, taking a cup of coffee from Draco and loving the warmth.
You do not get to redeem forty year old stalkers on the grace of their undying obsessions and then leave young women out to rot.
Snape loved to oblivion, to delirium. He remade his Patronus in her image. Somehow, this saved him.
There is a difference between a bully and a Death Eater. There is a difference between a teenaged girl spitting words no crueler than her Head of House’s, and a professor—a teacher—an adult who terrorizes children who cannot escape him.
Snape never forgave Harry for his father’s sins. Severus saved his life, but only for his eyes—not for what Harry saw with them, or what he did, or said, or saved, or loved, but because of their color. For this, for this, Snape is redeemed.
Pansy Parkinson drifts on the page, wreathed in smug contempt.
and you also keep pigs in the dirt and let them roll around in it and don’t really pay much attention and there’s layer upon layer of mud on their skin that you don’t deal with until the moment you want to use this particular animal.
while lambs in people’s minds are so white and so pure and their perfect sacrifice is so damn obvious and their blood runs deep red and everyone cares and there’s no old evil ugly witch who wants to eat them just a god who sent them to save the world (and dumbledore is no forgiving loving god)
Slytherin Appreciation Week | Bonus - A Headcanon About a Member or the House
↳ After the Battle of Hogwarts, Slytherin Prefects organise exclusive Kwikparseltongue courses in order to reopen the Chamber of Secrets and use it as their private party space. Plus, troublesome Slytherins can now exploit the tunnels the Basilisk used to roam to pull pranks on unaware Gryffindors.
Tom Felton and Emma Watson talk about the scene in which Hermione punches Draco.
Harry felt a thrill of something that was beyond excitement, more like fear. Now that he was so near, he wondered whether he wanted to see after all..
after the war, lee’s broadcasts are a beacon to the wizarding world. his fervent support of change is a rallying cry to many, and slowly but surely, he starts to make an impact. after all, the people trust someone who kept them constantly updated during that dark year when the boy who lived had seemingly gone missing, and who had fought so bravely among his friends at the battle of hogwarts. and lee was a man who sounded like he knew what he was doing, a strong and smooth voice, resolute in his beliefs. and his beliefs were not solely his own; wizarding citizens flocked to his broadcasts for exclusive interviews with the chosen one’s companions, hermione granger and ron weasley, as well as countless other brave heroes that they had grown so interested in. though there was never an interview with the famous harry potter himself, the public knew that lee jordan must be in contact with him some other way. what they did not know was that harry frequently wrote into his show to share his opinion on topics such commemorative days for the veterans or the implementation of acts for magical creatures.
lee didn’t just give a voice to the wizarding people, stuck in a tumultuous time of transition, but also to the veterans, who had carried on so long in silence.
Marauder Madness Network Challenge - The Marauders Era
↳ Day One: Messr. Wormtail — Peter Pettigrew
Click and choose your own adventure!
JUST CLICK ON SLYTHERIN
JUST DO IT
CLICK ON ANY OF THE LINKS THEN CLICK THE NUMBER 5 BENEATH THE COMIC
THEY’RE ALL PERFECT
gettin’ into that time of year where all I want to draw is Halloween stuff but really don’t have all that much time to dedicate to Halloween stuff
and by Halloween stuff I mean drawing quick character designs that turn in to Harry Potter fanart which someone insisted I post so here you are
sorry for all the inactivity I’m just working on schoolwork mainly uvu;;
UN Women Goodwill Ambassador Emma Watson attends an event at Parliament in Montevideo, Uruguay on Sept 17th
Today I begin my #HPaday project. I’m gonna draw a character a day until I run out. Day 1: Albus Dumbledore.
WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: AUSTRALIAOriginally located in Arnhem Land, The Australian College of Sorcery and Witchcraft was a sprawling campus of large huts that eventually coalesced into one single structure. The school separated from mainland Australia soon after British settlement in order escape diseases that killed a large portion of the indigenous population. Ever since, the school has been drifting haphazardly along the Australian coast. Every year, a team of witches and wizards must be employed to anchor the floating campus so students don’t have to go on a cat-and-mouse chase at the beginning of the school year in order to attend school (a frustrating endeavour which often results in the postponing of classes due to the lack of a present student population). Due to the campus’s exposure to ocean-life, the College of Sorcery and Witchcraft boasts incredibly extensive courses in aquatic creature studies, and is held in high esteem by the international wizarding community for its innovations in water magic.
The Young Witches and Wizards’ Preparatory Academy of Magic is not one but two single-sex schools hidden deep within the misty green swamps of Louisiana. The schools are widely known amongst the American wizarding community for it’s infamous reputation of being the rowdiest academy for young wizards and witches resulting from a fierce inter-school rivalry cultivated through centuries of competition and trickery-wars. Students are frequenters of the headmistress and headmaster’s offices for hexing unsuspecting muggle wanderers, and hosting inter-school midnight dueling matches in the marshes. Legend has it that there is a gargantuan alligator, the unfortunate victim of various experimental (and ultimately irreversible) engorgio charms, lurking in the general vicinity of the schools, although no one has laid eyes on the beast in centuries.