the lady who lived

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.  An odd, closed expression appeared on Lupin’s face.

“Well? said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the map  Harry ahd the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking. 

“Harry!” said a voice in his right ear.  Harry started and looked around at Hermione, who was sitting at the table right behind them and clearing a space in the wall of books that had been hiding her.

Harry…soared around the stadium and began squinting around for the Snitch, listening all the while to the commentary, which was being provided by the Weasley twins’ friend Lee Jordan.

[…]

“Gryffindor leads by eighty points to zero, and look at that Firebolt go!  Potter’s really putting it through its paces now, see it turn—Chang’s Comet is just no match for it, the Firebolt’s precision-balance is really noticeable in these long—”

“JORDAN!  ARE YOU BEING PAID TO ADVERTISE FIREBOLTS? GET ON WITH THE COMMENTARY!”

best part of quidditch matches tbh

Hagrid howled still more loudly.  Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them.

“Er—shall I make a cup of tea?” said Ron.

Harry stared at him.

“It’s what my mum does whenever someone’s upset,” Ron muttered, shrugging.

I had really forgotten how much I love Ron, but, jeeze, I really love Ron, s/he has such moments of perfect dopey teenager.

He stopped on a picture of his parents’ wedding day.  There was his father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions.  There was his mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with his dad.  And there…that must be him.  Their best man…Harry had never given him a thought before.

If he hadn’t known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph.  His face wasn’t sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter.

This really should be a stepping stone to a better drawing tbh if I wanted to keep going (it’s hard having to post these in order, because then I have to just push through to move on…I still might come back to it), because I am not sure about this but I like a lot that’s going on heeere.  but especally lady James just is not really working for me (WHY DO YOU HAVE TO WEAR GLASSES AT YOUR WEDDING, sigh, but that is really important to her visual identity unfortunately).  

this doesn’t really match the description in the book, but when thinking about this I started looking at wedding photos just to get some ideas, and I came across this photo taken by Sandra Dans and I LOVED IT and thought it was so perfect, so I modeled this off that.  in my mind, this is a candid taken immediately before or after a maid of honor/bride/groom/best man photo, but i chopped off the best man because i didn’t want to draw him.  sorry, the books don’t care enough about lily as a person to give her her own friends!!! but it’s okay, look how cute already-drunk lady Sirius and lady James cooing at each other is.

I don’t like the male-dress robes-being-mostly-tuxedos thing they do in the movies because tuxedos are pretty modern, and it seems to me like in more formal situations wizarding dress is pretty traditional.  especially at a wedding, jeeze, they do not appear to ever get divorced, they have to take this shit seriously.  and because the Potters are a very old wizarding family, I think they have this ridiculous old medieval wedding dress all the girls wear, but James cut off the sleeves to make it work for her.  

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with…Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

In an instant, Ron and Hermione had both placed hands on the top of Harry’s head and forced him off his stool and under the table.

QUICK!  DEFENSIVE TRIO MANEUVER #17!!!!

i just….love them…..ron and hermione are already so on the ball in terms of their bff’s ridiculous life

“You’re winding me up, said Harry, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment.

“Oh, are we?” said George.

He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

“When they get near me—” Harry stared at Lupin’s desk, his throat tight.  ”I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum.”

Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry’s shoulder, but thought better of it.  There was a moment’s silence.

WOW I had forgotten how ridiculously tragic everyone is in this book, jeeeeeze guys

Harry had no room his head to worry about anything except the match tomorrow.  Oliver Wood kept hurrying up to him between classes and givign him tips.  The third time this happened, Wood talked for so long that Harry suddenly realized he was ten minutes late for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and set off at a run with Wood shouting after him, “Diggory’s got a very fast swerve, Harry, so you might want to try looping him—”

“My dear,” Professor Trelawney’s huge eyes opened dramatically, “you have the Grim.” 

“The what?” said Harry.

He could tell that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at him and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everbody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.

“The Grim, my dear, the Grim!” cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Harry hadn’t understood.  ”The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards!  My dear boy, it is an omen—the worst omen—of death!”

Harry’s stomach lurched…Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too.  Everyone was looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney’s chair.

“I don’t think it looks like a Grim,” she said flatly.

this isn’t really relevant, but i really enjoy the idea of girl ron getting boobs (and hips!) way before harry, who remains pretty small-chested throughout her life.  she is just so jealous of how much less awkward puberty is all-around for her best friend.  early teenagehood, it’s rough.