presenting the gryffindor quidditch captains through the years to celebrate the new @hpquidditchnet !
It starts at dawn.
Minerva McGonagall stands broom in hand, eyes on the lilac stained sky. She feels the urge stirring in her bones, the urge to take off, to feel the cold breeze under her ribs, to fly. The smell of broom polish is intoxicating, the soft rustling as robes flutter in the wind a symphony to her ears, her heart soaring underneath the red and gold crest.
She is home.
It starts at dawn.
James Potter watches the tired faces of his team as they complete drill after drill. His eyes track their movements, scribbling notes in his head over the lists of names that burned through the evening paper the night before. He etches drills and plays over the images that haunt his dreams, filling every space in his skull with scrawling diagrams until it is just a sea of ink. Marlene sails the quaffle through the hoops, fist in the air and cheer in her throat.
This, he thinks, this is what we’re fighting for.
It starts at dawn.
Too damn early, in Charlie Weasley’s opinion. It had seemed like a good idea when the new keeper, Wood, had suggested it, but now he’s freezing his arse off at five in the morning instead of buried under duvets he’s reconsidering. The sun’s lighting up the pitch, igniting the fire that burns in his stomach. It’s this feeling in his chest, the one he gets when he flies high above the stands, that makes him feel like he could breath fire.
It starts at dawn.
And Oliver Wood is ready. Because the feel of a broom under him and goggles holding his hair back on his forehead does something to him. Like every part of him finally settles, slotting together to make a machine of blood and bone and sinew. He is ready, captains armband tight around his arm, ready to carve his team into history where they belong. There is lighting in his bones and thunder in his heart.
A storm is coming.
It starts at dawn.
Angelina Johnson can already feel the weight balanced between her shoulder blades, already hear the fears whispering in her ear. But there is fire in her veins and she won’t go down without a fight. She watches her team, her family, fly. Katie and Alicia, laughing as they duck and weave through the air; Fred and George trying to aim bludgers through the hoops; Ron, looping the pitch slowly as he adjusts his gloves; and Harry, Harry with his eyes that have seen too much, making pulling out of a dive look like a lost art.
There is hope yet she thinks.
It starts at dawn.
Well, it should be starting at dawn but Harry Potter has never been known for his timekeeping abilities. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he never does, he probably never will, but standing there, boots crunching under leaves that have swept onto the pitch, he feels a tranquillity he hasn’t felt in a while. The team is different from the one he entered six years ago but it’s still the same warmth in his chest as he kicks off from the ground.
The pounding in his chest reminds him he’s alive.
It starts at dawn.
Ginny Weasley bites her lip as she leans against the base of one of the hoops. The pitch is one of the few places she can come without hearing the screams of battle, without smelling the smoke of war. Her hand is still shaking though as she glances to the stands where she used to sit and watch games, watch her brothers, watch Fred. A new morning breaks as the sun rises and she walks to the huddle of scarlet clad players.
And so the game plays on.
This feels like a giant pidgeon crapping on my heart....
'I lost someone special to me, too. Her name was Costia. She was captured by the ice nation, whose queen believed she knew my secrets. Because she was mine… they tortured her, killed her, cut off her head. I thought I'd never get over the pain, but I did. By recognizing it for what it is… weakness.' 'What is? Love?'
James: Lily you are truly beautiful-
Lily: Oh screw beautiful, I’m brilliant! You want to appease me, compliment my brain!
Insp
The Fandom Effect: a piece of information about Harry Potter that everyone thinks it’s canon after tons of fanfictions/fanarts but when they read the books again it’s actually not.
What are the best examples?
stop ugly crying. it’s unbecoming.
James Potter:
Sirius Black:
Remus Lupin:
Peter Pettigrew:
Jake & Amy + Chandler & Monica - parallels
Answers to the Questions You Refuse to Ask by @the-ships-to-rule-them-all
Happy Birthday, Abby! God bless the wonderful person you are on this day and in all others. May you continue to spread your beautiful words and art that inspire us for many, many years to come.
• Happy Father’s Day to James Potter who stood between the Dark Lord and his son, wandless, knowing it to be a battle that could never be won.
• Happy Father’s Day to James Potter who saw the streak of green light and thought of dimples in his sons cheeks, birthdays he will miss, presents he will never gift and games he’ll never see Harry thrive in.
• Happy Father’s Day to a boy of 21 that never got a chance to be a father - a rock of support. A teacher. A mentor. But who died for fatherly love.
• Happy Father’s Day to Rubeus Hagrid who brought such joy into Harry Potter’s life, and whom Harry loved unconditionally from the bottom of his heart.
• Happy Father’s Day to Rubeus Hagrid who taught Harry of selfless kindess and loyalty. Whose actions taught him it was never words that shaped bonds.
• Happy Father’s Day to Rubeus Hagrid whose will had been broken as he gently carried the corpse of the kind, brave boy through the Forbidden Forest and into the light; and not once in those moments did Harry doubt his love.
• Happy Father’s Day to Arthur Weasley who was never less of a father to his eight children, even though his seventh son was not his by blood.
• Happy Father’s Day to Arthur Weasley who, despite the faults of rotting society and insults to his family name, raised eight beautiful human beings who fought for the better world in the name of the greater good - who licked ash off their wounds and stood ever straighter when eight had crumbled to seven.
• Happy Father’s Day to Arthur Weasley - an underrated underdog, and a radiant human being.
• Happy Father’s Day to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore whose heart may not always have been in the right place, and whose methods birthed veils of secrets, but whose wisdom soothed Harry on many occassions.
• Happy Father’s Day to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore who taught Harry love was the only magic worth having in the world.
• Happy Father’s Day to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore who taught Harry that it is choices that make us who we are, far more than our abilities.
• Happy Father’s Day to Sirius Orion Black, the closest thing to James Harry ever had in his life. A confidant. A brother and a dad.
• Happy Father’s Day to Sirius Orion Black who, despite seeing James in a fifteen-year-old boy, gave Harry truth and confidence, treating him as an equal rather than a child led to hide behind great men and shadows, never testing for his true potentials.
• Happy Father’s Day to Sirius Orion Black who assured the bravest boy he had ever known, in his hour of darkness, that death was peace, swifter and easier than falling asleep.
• Happy Father’s Day to Remus John Lupin who taught Harry James Potter that his fears should not incite shame and humiliation - that strength lied in growth and acceptance of your weakness.
• Happy Father’s Day to Remus John Lupin who loved Harry as selflessly as James Potter and Lily Evans had once loved him.
• Happy Father’s Day to Remus John Lupin, who, despite never being a father to Teddy Lupin, raised a wonderful man who will raise his son to be as great a man as his father had been.
• Happy Father’s Day to William Arthur Weasley, a loving father to Victoire, Dominique and Louis, whose story tells of bravery and unwavering belief in the good of the world.
• Happy Father’s Day to George Weasley whose son Fred mended the soul which was torn apart. Whose daughter Roxanne brought smiles and sincere laughter back in his life.
• Happy Father’s Day to Percy Weasley who loves Molly and Lucy as devotedly as Arthur and Molly had loved him, and is careful not to experience the pain of his parents.
• Happy Father’s Day to Percy Weasley whose heart still freezes at the jokes that slip his lips, yet the smiles of his children remind him it is what he would’ve wanted.
• Happy Father’s Day to Draco Lucius Malfoy who makes a point of showing his son that shackles of the past are not Unbreakable vows, that circumstances birth differences severed further by hatred. All he needs is a little trust and support. And a kind heart.
• Happy Father’s Day to Draco Lucius Malfoy whose heart swells with butterflies as he watches Scorpius be a man he himself could never have been.
• Happy Father’s Day to Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan who ensure the kids remember the spectacular fireworks on every birthday of their daughter. And teach her love is the most colorful sparkle in the world.
• Happy Father’s Day to Neville Longbottom whom his twins view as a hero, but who never forgets to remind them humans are not flowers - a person’s true worth lays beyond appearance and demenour, in the depth of heart, the very corners of the soul.
• Happy Father’s Day to Ronald Billius Weasley whose dad jokes never cease to bring light in the darkest of places nor embarrass Hugo and Rose. And whose advice is still the most powerful of all.
• Happy Father’s Day to Harry James Potter, a devoted and loving father to Teddy, James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna. A teacher. A mentor. A brother. A confidant.
• Happy Father’s Day to The Boy Who Lived and everyone who loved him enough to risk their lives to lead him to a place where he is now. Home.
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