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My Girlfriend Turned Into the Moon

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At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

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livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

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He’s very realistic as a real person, but as a character, he’s just an angst and very unreasonable person, especially to Hermione and I really get why Rowling say Ron & Hermione will need marriage counselling.People, please read the books. Hermione has been so good to Harry & Ron all along. Ron has started making Hermione angry and upset by lashing out his anger on her, when she did almost nothing wrong everytime.Sure, Hermione might be selfish at times, like SPEW, but Ron is a totally different story.First year, he made Hermione sad and almost killed her, only saving her from the troll when Harry remembered she was crying in the bathroom.Third year, he ignored Hermione most of the year because he thought Hermione’s cat killed his rat, which Crookshanks actually knew Scabbers was unusual, and opinionated accused Hermione of not knowing why Lupin was sick and was rude to Hermione on many occasions.Fourth year, he accused Hermione of having too much pride to ask them to the Yule Ball when Hermione actually found someone better and can fully appreciate her, then said she was ‘fraternizing with the enemy’ just because he was jealous and wanted to make Hermione feel bad.Sixth year, he states that he doesn’t want to see his sister snogging people in public, while Ginny tells him that her love life is none of his business, and that he’s only jealous because he’s never kissed anyone. He then accuses Hermione of not having faith in his Quidditch skills when she thought Harry put Felix Fecilis in Ron’s drink and starts going out with Lavender just to spite her, in which he’s also using Lavender’s obsession of him.Seventh year, he ‘accidentally’ interrupts Harry and Ginny kissing. After, despite the Horcrux’s effects on people, he left Harry and Hermione alone in their hunt, while Harry and Hermione, who both worn the locket at least once, was not so affected.Which proves that Ron isn’t a ‘useless friend’, but only to Harry and no more. To Hermione, he has always been spiteful and rude, unless she offers to do his homework for him. I wish our fandom could be less blinded.
Sorry for the typos.

harrypotterconfessions:

He’s very realistic as a real person, but as a character, he’s just an angst and very unreasonable person, especially to Hermione and I really get why Rowling say Ron & Hermione will need marriage counselling.
People, please read the books. Hermione has been so good to Harry & Ron all along. Ron has started making Hermione angry and upset by lashing out his anger on her, when she did almost nothing wrong everytime.
Sure, Hermione might be selfish at times, like SPEW, but Ron is a totally different story.
First year, he made Hermione sad and almost killed her, only saving her from the troll when Harry remembered she was crying in the bathroom.
Third year, he ignored Hermione most of the year because he thought Hermione’s cat killed his rat, which Crookshanks actually knew Scabbers was unusual, and opinionated accused Hermione of not knowing why Lupin was sick and was rude to Hermione on many occasions.
Fourth year, he accused Hermione of having too much pride to ask them to the Yule Ball when Hermione actually found someone better and can fully appreciate her, then said she was ‘fraternizing with the enemy’ just because he was jealous and wanted to make Hermione feel bad.
Sixth year, he states that he doesn’t want to see his sister snogging people in public, while Ginny tells him that her love life is none of his business, and that he’s only jealous because he’s never kissed anyone. He then accuses Hermione of not having faith in his Quidditch skills when she thought Harry put Felix Fecilis in Ron’s drink and starts going out with Lavender just to spite her, in which he’s also using Lavender’s obsession of him.
Seventh year, he ‘accidentally’ interrupts Harry and Ginny kissing. After, despite the Horcrux’s effects on people, he left Harry and Hermione alone in their hunt, while Harry and Hermione, who both worn the locket at least once, was not so affected.
Which proves that Ron isn’t a ‘useless friend’, but only to Harry and no more. To Hermione, he has always been spiteful and rude, unless she offers to do his homework for him. I wish our fandom could be less blinded.

Sorry for the typos.

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Yeah but can you imagine:
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Sorcerer’s Stone
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Chamber of Secrets
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Prisoner of Azkaban 
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Goblet of Fire
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Order of the Pheonix
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Half-Blood Prince
Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Deathly Hallows
Has a nice ring to it


ACTUAL PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN
JAMES WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PADFOOT

ACTUALY PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE
NEVERMIND THAT, HE ALSO GOT FREAKY WITH SNAPE.

ACTUAL PROOF THAT I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
JAMES
I HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION

IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER

OMG I SAW A PRINTSCREEN OF THIS SO MANY TIMES AND I FINALLY THE ORIGINAL POST APPEARED ON MY DASH AND I AM SCREAMING

gimme-some-pie:

thewholockedarmyinitiative:

keepalive66:

pabus-tail:

strawberryvespers:

well-im-the-lord-of-time:

passthecocaine:

Yeah but can you imagine:

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Sorcerer’s Stone

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Chamber of Secrets

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Prisoner of Azkaban 

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Goblet of Fire

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Order of the Pheonix

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Half-Blood Prince

Actual Proof I had sex with Lily Evans and The Deathly Hallows

Has a nice ring to it

ACTUAL PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN

JAMES WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH PADFOOT

ACTUALY PROOF I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

NEVERMIND THAT, HE ALSO GOT FREAKY WITH SNAPE.

ACTUAL PROOF THAT I HAD SEX WITH LILY EVANS AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

THE ENTIRE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

JAMES

I HOPE YOU USED PROTECTION

IT’S ON MY DASH AGAIN

BRB DYING OF LAUGHTER

OMG I SAW A PRINTSCREEN OF THIS SO MANY TIMES AND I FINALLY THE ORIGINAL POST APPEARED ON MY DASH AND I AM SCREAMING

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I check my Facebook page 36 times a day for the sole purpose of making sure I have not accidentally posted a nude photo of myself

I reread an email 13 times before pressing send to ensure I have not written something in the email that could convict me of a crime

Before taking a stage when asked if I allow flash photography I always want to say “No” because I’m terrified flash photography will give me epilepsy

I know it doesn’t work like that, still

I never eat nuts on an airplane out of fear of that I will suddenly develop a nut allergy and if I have to asphyxiate I don’t want it to happen at 30,000 feet

Twice in the last two years I’ve been aborted from an airplane for running screaming down the aisles as the plane was taking off

I can’t walk through San Francisco without worrying my indigestion is the beginning of an earthquake
I brace for tsunamis beside lakes in Colorado
I’m not joking
The last time I saw Niagara Falls I couldn’t take it
It was too much much
I had to plug my ears to look at it and close my eyes to listen

Generally I can’t do all my senses at the same time they are too much much

Like if you touch me without warning, whoever you are, it will take everything I have to not hate you

Imagine your hands are electrical sockets and I am constantly aware that I am 70% water
it’s not that I’ve not tried to build a dam

Ask my therapist who pays her mortgage
My cost of living went up
at five years old when I told my mother I have to stop going to birthday parties because every time I hear a balloon pop I feel like I’m gonna get murdered in the heart

Last year a balloon popped on the stage where I was performing, I started crying in front of the whole crowd
plugged my ears and kept repeating the word “LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD” it was super sexy

That’s what I do
I do super sexy

Like when I asked the super cute barista 11 times ‘are you sure this is decaffeinated? Are you sure this is decaffeinated? Are you sure that’- yes I drink decaffeinated and still jitter like a bug running from the bright bright bright

I have spent years of my life wearing a tight rubber band hidden beneath my hair so my brain could have a hug

These days when no one’s looking I wear a fuzzy fitted winter hat that buttons tight beneath the chin

I only ever wear a tie so that when I convince myself I’m choking my senses have something they are certain they can blame

As a kid I was so certain I would die the way of meteor falling on my head
I would go whole weeks without looking at the sky ‘cause I didn’t want to witness the coming of my own death

I started tapping the kitchen sink seven times to build a shield

My mother started making lists of everything I thought would kill me in hopes that if I saw my fears they would disappear
Bless her heart but the first time I saw that list I started filling a salad bowl with bleach and soaking my shoe laces overnight so in the morning when I ironed them they would be so bright I would be certain I had control over
how much dark could break into my light
how much jack hammer could break into my heart
My spine it has always been a lasso that could never catch my breath

I honestly can’t imagine how it would feel to walk into a room full of people and not feel the roof collapsing on my ‘NO NO NO I am not fine’

Fine is the suckiest word
it never tells the truth

And more than anything I have ever been afraid of I am terrified of lies
How they war the world
How they sound by our tongues
How they bone dry the marrow

How did we get through high school without being taught Dr. King spent two decades having panic attacks?
Avoided Windows
Jumped at thunder

I think we are all part flight the fight
part run for your life
Part ‘please please please like me’
Part Can’t breathe
Part scared to say you’re scared
Part say it anyway

You panic button collector
You clock of beautiful ticks
You run out the door if you need to
You flock to the front row of your own class
You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here

You belong here and everything you feel is okay
Everything you feel is okay

"Panic Button Collector" - Andrea Gibson

This is the best poem about anxiety that I have ever read.

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