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When I used to think about Voldemort’s horcruxes I imagined a soul divided in equal portions residing in the different horcruxes and Voldemort himself. I realised that this can’t be true in The Half-Blood Prince Slughorn describes making a horcrux as splitting ones soul in two. This means that when Riddle made his Diary into a horcrux he split his soul in half and physically removed one half from his body and placed it in the diary. This means that he only had half of his soul left when he made his next horcrux, Marvolo’s ring. This half would have been split in half leaving only a quarter in Voldemort’s body. This goes on and on the amount of soul remaining in Voldemort halving each time he makes a horcrux until he had only 1/128 or 0.78125% left in his body.  As shown in the graph above.  So next time you wonder why Voldemort could have done some of things he did, remember how little human he had left in him. I don’t know about you but I think that this is crazy.

Come on guys, I didn’t do maths for 14 notes

So are you telling me that Harry had more Voldemort than Voldemort had Voldemort? 

this is also hecka important when you think in terms of how much power resided in each of his horcruxes. Harry only had a small fraction of Voldemort’s soul in him, and it was enough to torture him for years. Voldemort was only a fraction of what he once was, and look at all the shit he fucked up. Now imagine how powerful his first horcrux, the diary, was. Percentage-wise, it was the most powerful part of Voldemort. Ginny Weasley was possessed by something almost fifty times as powerful as what Harry had to deal with for an entire year, and she was eleven. That’s incredible and terrifying. So if you ever think to yourself, “Ginny was useless” or “Ginny wasn’t nearly as much of a badass as the rest of the gang,” go ahead and punch yourself in the face because Ginny Weasley battled Voldemort in a much more powerful form as an 11-year-old and won.

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I can’t stop laughing at Harry running the fuck awaythe boy who lived ladies and gentlemen.

….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.

Hermione Granger also: 

  • punched Draco Malfoy in the nose for being an idiot 
  • purposefully performed a confundus charm on whatshsface WHILE HE WAS FLYING just so Ron would win (omfg that is so fucking dangerous) 
  • literally pulled a fucking Bourne Identity on her parents and managed to set them up in fucking Australia (jesus christ she literally made it so that she NEVER EXISTED wtf that’s so fucking 007)
  • Convinced the Ministry of Magic to give her an incredibly dangerous and volatile device that allowed her to ALTER TIMELINES COMPLETELY (just because she was so smart, literally, that is the reason, her “potential”) 
  • Has enough basic survival skills and badass magic to literally disappear to the middle of nowhere and flourish AND figure out Voldemort’s plot with Harry 
  • Hermione also figures out not only what Voldemort’s plan is, but generally how to beat it, WAY BEFORE VOLDEMORT EVER DOES. Why? because she is just that much smarter and better at magic than everybody else

in conclusion: Voldemort wishes he could be as awesome as Hermione, that’s why he wants to kill her so bad. 

Can we rehave this series with hermione as the protagonist. 

Can we rehave this series with hermione as the protagonist. 

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I would watch these movies forever.

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hufflepuff-headcanons:

honestly the harry potter fandom is so wild like we’ve all collectively refused to accept cursed child as canon but some college kids tell us hufflepuffs are particularly good finders and we don’t even question it

I didn’t truly get the whole “death of the author” paradigm until I watched the harry potter fandom collectively divorce JKR

#also it’s not just cursed child#it’s also all the slytherin kids branded evil#it’s about ending a series with babies ever after#writing an epilogue designed for baby boomers in a series aimed at millennials#it’s harry naming his kid after two abusers#it’s about claiming dumbledore is gay for Diversity Points#but in a movie series featuring his life#and featuring the one he loved#there won’t be a trace of it#it’s about casting an abuser then making excuses for it#when hp is the story of an abuse survivor#it’s about everything to do with the american magical community#from cultural appropriation to the sheer pain of the term ‘no maj’#sorry rowling#you started us off#but now#our city now

aside from all the shittiness of JKR, I’m very amused that we all are cool with the Starkid stuff and ignore Cursed Child because Starkid’s second Potter musical is a time travel plot, but because it’s a loving parody and actually done well rather than done like a shit fanfic, we’re all cool with it.

Me, looking fondly back at the days when a miserable epilogue was all we had to ignore—

I’ll forever be grateful that JKR wrote Harry Potter but, oh boy the author is so very dead. 

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Do you ever think about how when Ron’s wand broke 2nd year, just using spell-o-tape wasn’t enough to fix it. It kept backfiring in ways that were really bad, like making himself eat slugs, or kinda just. being defective in general.

Hagrid’s wand was snapped his 3rd year. But he still uses it, disguised as an umbrella. And it works.

Like we know Ollivander didn’t fix it, since he was surprised to hear Hagrid had the pieces. Not to mention since Hagrid was expelled, it would be extremely illegal to fix it. Hogwarts works as a groundskeeper, and lives in a one room wooden hut that he made himself. He’s not going to have the money to ribe someone to fix it, and then there’s also the fact that because of his heritage, even if he could bribe someone to fix it, they probably wouldn’t. And sure, Dumbledore probably knows that Hagrid fixed his wand, there’s a certain level of deniability there. He wouldn’t have actually gotten involved with the wand mending process. Especially when Hagrid was just accused of killing a student.

So that means Hagrid would have put his wand back together himself.

The 3rd year transfiguration examination was to turn a teapot into a tortoise. Only inanimate objects into animals. Part of the reason animagi are so rare is because they’re human to animal transformations. The first time we meet Hagrid, he gives Dudley a tail, and correctly animates the boat he and Harry are on. Silently.

Harry and co. didn’t even attempt to learn silent casting until 6th year. Anything Hagrid learned after 3rd year would have been self taught.

Hagrid is one powerful wizard and holy shit combined with his resistance to magic with his giant heritage forget McGonagall holy shit Hagrid is terrifying

No wonder sixteen-year-old Voldemort was intimidated enough by thirteen-year-old Hagrid to pick him as the one to frame for murder.

Woulda been nice if the media had explored wordless magic more deeply, since the first spells we ever see use it.

Hagrid defeating Voldemort would have been one hell of a plot twist.

So, AU in which Hagrid didn’t get framed for murder and expelled. We’ll say Aragog never happened and Tom settled on a different fall guy. Myrtle dies and Riddle gets away with it, but Rubeus is not a casualty of the plot.

His written coursework was never going to be great, even if he hadn’t been orphaned at age twelve, but his practical casting gets more noticeably excellent, the more the spells they’re learning benefit from having more power behind them.

Dumbledore made a teacher’s pet of him from the beginning, because he wants to see the half-giant kid Dippet almost didn’t let in succeed, so he’s always worked hardest in Transfiguration. Once Albus notices there’s actual potential here, he keeps assigning him different tutors trying to find someone who can get transfiguration theory into his head because once this kid figures out what the hell he’s doing he’s really good. He starts taking all the kid’s detentions and assigning them as tutoring sessions.

Toward the end of fourth year he tries Minnie McGonagall, a prefect who is ironically in detention for cursing a Slytherin prefect during an argument about politics.

Rubeus gets five OWLs and the Transfiguration score is actually pretty high. The next year, he turns out to be a natural at nonverbal casting. His DADA scores climb steadily.

The summer before Rubeus’ seventh year, his Transfiguration Professor goes to Europe and defeats a Dark Lord. When he comes back, everyone is incredibly excited to have the Conqueror of Grindelwald among them and keeps praising him and thanking him and telling him how proud they are and how proud he must be to be such a hero.

Rubeus is the only one who seems to notice that his favorite teacher seems really, really sad. He bakes him an inedible cake. Albus finds himself smiling and meaning it for the first time in at least three months after he nearly breaks a tooth on it.

Where has one of his favorite students been spending the summers since second year, anyway? Do wizards have their own orphanages? Did Hagrid’s father have relatives that put him up?

(It’s 1946, there aren’t a lot of government regulations covering this kind of thing even for Muggles yet, and the situation of ‘homeless orphan who spends nine months a year at boarding school’ is unprecedented in my experience because those usually cost money.)

Rubeus gets three NEWTs: Transfiguration, DADA, and (with flying colors) Care of Magical Creatures. He gets a job with the winged-horse breeders. Offends the young Abraxas Malfoy by being Entirely Too Large and Not Human and In his Stables. Gets fired. He gets a job at the Welsh Green reserve out west. Gets attached to a particular elderly dragon scheduled for slaughter. Gets fired.

Manages a position at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures–a real grunt position, not at all what you’d expect for someone with such high NEWTs and glowing letters of recommendation from his teachers, even if he has been fired twice, but that’s institutional prejudice for you. Mostly they have him deal with dangerous animals, which is just how he likes it.

Manages to go several years without being fired, mostly because he’s managed to keep his head down and avoid anybody noticing how many animals he was supposed to kill he actually smuggled home to his house. Complains at length to his old teacher and recently appointed Supreme Mugwump about the rampant unfairness toward splendid beasts and nonhuman persons he sees every day on the job, when Albus drops by with cake to have tea and double-check the wards Hagrid’s cast to keep any of his rescues from getting out of the woods around his house.

Is eventually fired, but not for the creature-hoarding because that would probably get him jail time.

Now-Headmaster Dumbledore convinces Professor Kettleburn, who has just lost an arm, that an Adjunct Professor who’s practically indestructible would be just the thing.

By 1970 Rubeus Hagrid is the main CMC Professor and Kettleburn does periodic safety lectures (directed mostly toward Hagrid with the kids learning sort of incidentally; it actually stick with them better that way) and some of the advanced theory topics, and spends the rest of his time doing research in the Forbidden Forest. (Binns is now also a Professor Emeritus and delivers most of his lectures to rooms full of marble busts. He doesn’t seem to have noticed.)

Lily Evans is one of his favorite students. Remus Lupin is teacher’s pet.

Rubeus Hagrid, fully accredited wizard who can shrug off stunners even without any kind of armor, is a battle tank of the Order of the Phoenix. He and Moody take down enough Death Eaters together to have Voldemort wishing he’d killed that ugly half-giant kid when they were in school, instead of the useless Ravenclaw girl.

Hello! You don’t have to answer this or you could decline because im on mobile and I can’t read anything and it’s stupid, but do you think you could write more of the hp drabble where Draco’s also a parselmouth?

shanastoryteller:

draco’s been keeping
a secret his whole life, from his parents, from his friends, from everyone.
people thought poorly enough about the malfoy family already, he wasn’t going
to make it any worse. he’ll just have to deal with this alone.

except in second year, the dueling club happens, and he’s
completely thrown by what happens there. he can’t stop thinking about it.

the next day he corners potter when he’s away from his
friends, concentrates for a moment, and asks “you too?”

in parseltongue.

draco thought he was the only one, but clearly he was wrong.

draco is so fucking elated that the golden boy is a
parseltongue, because if harry potter is a parseltongue, then that means it
can’t be bad, can’t be evil, not if harry has it too. he swears harry to
secrecy, and harry agrees because they haven’t been truly awful to each other
yet, they’re enemies, but just when harry thought there was something else to
mark him as different, as other, here is someone else who’s like him. even if
it’s draco malfoy, he’ll take what he can get.

and he and draco sneak out to the forbidden forest together,
and draco has known about this for years, has been practicing for years.
“practicing?” harry asks, confused, “what’s there to practice? it’s just
speaking snake.”

draco rolls his eyes, because what a muggle raised
simpleton. “of course it’s not just speaking snake. when you told that snake
not to bite justin, do you think it listened out of a sense of courtesy?
because it was trying to be polite? of course not. you compelled it too. that’s
what being a parselmouth really means. being able to control snakes, not just
speak to them.”

harry’s horrified, and this is why it’s considered a dark
skill, because it takes away free will. not just in snakes, a truly gifted
parseltongue can do it to humans too, can weave compulsion into their voices,
more subtle and powerful than imperio.

how many of voldemort’s followers believed in him, and how
many had been compelled into following him? it’s impossible to say. it’s how so
many people got away without punishment – they claimed to have been compelled
by voldemort, and there was no way to prove otherwise.

“do you compel people?” harry asks warily.

“i’m thirteen,” he snaps, “i can barely get magical snakes
to listen to me, never mind real people. one step at a time.”

“so you would compel people, if you could?” he presses.

draco shrugs, unrepentant. “wouldn’t you? it’s a nice
security blanket, knowing if someone ever tries to hurt you or the people you
care about that you’ll be able to stop them. it’s … nice.”

harry can’t argue with that. what wouldn’t he do, to keep
his friends safe?

so he practices with draco, and the snakes of the forest
seem to know him, delight in his presence. it’s not all compulsion, because
draco switches easily between the two, just talking to the snakes one moment
and then ordering them around in the next. there’s a difference between the
two, and it’s small, but he can hear it.

“i don’t know if i want to learn how to compel anything,” he
admits, “it seems wrong.”

“relax.” draco says, rolling his eyes. “we’re both a long
way off being able to compel actual people, if we ever can. we know voldemort
can, but there’s debate about whether salazar slytherin himself could even
manage it.”

“it seems wrong to take free will away from the snakes too,
even if we never get to people,” he says stubbornly, ready to dig his heels in
if he needs to.

instead draco turns to him, surprised, then smiles. “come
on. you can ask their permission first if it will make you feel better, but i
personally find lower level snakes a bore to listen to.”

draco turns and walks deeper into the forest, an ever
growing parade of snakes slithering after him even though harry hadn’t heard
him tell them to do anything special.

he hurries to catch up, lest he be left behind