harry potter was a fundamentally unhappy child and snuck out night after night as an eleven year old to sit in front of a mirror and stare for hours at a mirror that showed him wanted and loved by his family and when dumbledore – who had made him grow up in a deeply abusive household with no self worth!! – found out that he was doing that he was like “it does not do to get caught up in the past” or whatever bullshit like WHO FUCKING CARES THIS IS A CHILD WHOSE ABUSE YOU FACILITATED. have you ever seen an eleven year old? they are so tiny and young. i truly hate dumbledore
Vous croyez que les profs dans Harry Potter ont des “journées consacrées à l’éducation et l’échec scolaire” où il y a des “tables rondes avec des professionnels de l’éducation”.
J’imagine trop des mecs d’une assos qui débarque dans un cours de Snape, en genre 4ème ou 5ème année :
“Bonjour, est-ce que vous voudriez faire du bénévolat 2h par semaine avec un élève de 1ère année issu d’un quartier populaire ? On lutte contre les inégalités scolaires, sociales et territoriales.”
“De la diversité des approches d’apprentissage : pour une pluridisciplinarité à l’œuvre”
Et c’est juste la scène du duel Rogue/Lockhart dans la Chambre des secrets
I think, in the entire series, I love Harry the most in CoS when Fawkes ignites and Harry’s just like, how the fuck. how the fuck am I going to convince Dumbledore I didn’t set fire to his bird.
tbh the only evidence i need that harry’s a gryffindor is the fact that he kept going back to the forbidden forest after voldemort tried to kill him, aragog tried to eat him, lupin turned into a wolf and attacked him, the dementors tried to kiss him, barty crouch was murdered and turned into a bone, umbridge was kidnapped by centaurs,, boy had to die in that forest before he stopped going back
we have no evidence he stopped
Harry James Potter, deep in the forbidden forrest, fully aware of the centaur archers watch on him, followed by a string of spiders, the ghosts of death eaters killed in the battle of hogwarts circling his head as they wail for his blood: lovely day for a picnic