loldemort:

Home is where the heart is

loldemort:

Daniel Radcliffe laughing hysterically at various public events

“You know, the very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother, Lily’s. Yes, oh yes. I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even and perhaps, most especially when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Then your father, James, on the other hand. He had a certain, shall we say talent, for trouble. The talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You are more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.”

loldemort:

“It’s just a morality tale, it’s obvious which gift is best, which one you’d choose-“

The three of them spoke at the same time; Hermione said, “the Cloak,” Ron said, “the wand,” and Harry said, “the stone.” They looked at each other, half surprised, half amused.

emma-weasley:

Three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death.

loldemort:

Like her orphaned hero, Harry Potter, Joanne Rowling was brought up on a suburban British street. First in Yate, just outside Bristol and then a few miles down the road in Winterbourne. The house even had a cupboard under the stairs. But unlike Harry Potter, Jo wasn’t made to sleep there. She shares the same birthday as Harry Potter-the 31st of July-and together with her sister Di, endured similar childhood economies. 

tyrotoxism:

I’ve loved every dress I’ve worn for a premiere but probably the best is the purple dress from the 1920s. My mum and I found it in a vintage shop. It was torn but we had it repaired. The one rip we couldn’t mend we covered with a corsage. We dyed shoes to match and found vintage silk flowers for my hair. That was the first time I felt I was creating my own look so, although it wasn’t perfect by any means, that dress will always be special to me.”

“…I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.”

“I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.”

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair —

wow. his shirt.