bloomsburys:

fun story I first became obsessed with the harry potter series and hermione in particular in yr 3 of primary school and I decided I wanted to be like hermione in every way so I started reading *lots* and working super hard in school, got a reputation for bookishness and being the smart kid that I kept up into high school and lol here I am graduating in a few weeks from Cambridge all bc I adored this clever bookworm in a children’s book series and absorbed her into my personality as a child like ???

basically long story short female role models in kids media are EVERYTHING

siriusblavks:

Harry Potter + Locations : The Ministry of Magic 

The door of the telephone box sprang open and Mr. Weasley stepped out of it, followed by Harry, whose mouth had fallen open. 

They were standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that were continually moving and changing like some enormous heavenly notice board. The walls on each side were paneled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh; on the right-hand side, short queues of wizards were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart. 

r-j-lupinn:

not to be dramatic but it will never not bother me that jkr just plays it off like everyone is a-okay after the books. like they were all children fighting in a war. ginny was literally possessed when she was like 11. ron lost his brother. harry was abused for years, repeatedly the victim of attempted murder, saw his friend die at age 14, is an orphan, and has literally lost almost every parental figure he’s had. they’ve all had to kill and see people be killed. like it is genuinely so disheartening and almost insulting as a trauma survivor to see all their pain just sort of… forgotten and shoved under the rug in a favor of a happy ending Especially when harry potter has never shied away from showing ugliness

neddstark:

‘Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy – Wheezy who is giving Dobby his jumper!’ Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts.

‘What?’ Harry gasped. ‘They’ve got … they’ve got Ron?’

‘The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!’ squeaked Dobby.