Ravenclaws with huge communal bookshelfs that tower to the ceiling. It’s become tradition that when you leave Hogwarts, you leave behind a copy of your favorite book, so they have books dating back centuries.
SO MANY MUGGLE NOVELS CONTAINING NO MAGICAL ABILITIES WHATSOEVER AND THE WIZARDS READING THEM AND GETTING THEIR MINDS BLOWN
Down the back corner of the far shelf sits a modern reprint of Newton’s Principia Mathematica. The prefects take it from the curious first years’ hands, chuckling. “You’re not ready for that one yet,” they say. “In another life, you might be, but in this castle, it’s going to be triply hard to understand. Let me recommend you some background reading first.”
Pride of place is Tolkein’s The Lord of the Rings, and it’s somewhat of an initiation ritual for purebloods to read it. The older students take bets on how long it will take each student to realise it’s not a history book.
The Shakespeare collection is quite large, and there’s an unofficial rule against enchanted translations of it. This came about when one frustrated reading group poring over Romeo and Juliet enchanted the book to read a modern, context-aware translation aloud, and filled the Common Room with vulgar swearing and dick jokes until somebody managed to shut it off. People still remark that the puns were pretty damn clever.
ginny as a little second-year—it’s just her third week into school and she’s already pulling late nights in the library trying to catch up by herself
because she’d ask the professors, but they look at her with this pity in their eyes she can’t stand
and the other kids…well, she may be young but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know they’re all whispering about her behind her back
so she’s like, drowning in this transfiguration text but she’s GOING TO GET THROUGH IT AND WRITE THIS SODDING ESSAY if it’s the LAST THING SHE EVER DOES
and she’s just about to start banging her head against the table when someone plops down beside her and says ‘wow, you’ve got the worst case of wrackspurts i’ve ever seen’
ginny looks over warily to see a skinny blonde girl staring at her with enormous blue eyes. she looks familiar from her classes, she thinks, but most of last year is just so fuzzy (it’s only the parts of it she wishes she could forget that are, of course, horrifically clear)
'not that i can see them,' the girl continues, tucking her wand behind her ear. 'they're invisible, wrackspurts. but you look like you've got a bad case. i'm luna. want to hear a joke? happy thoughts make them go away.'
oh. luna. loony luna. now ginny remembers. the girl with the weird father and the even weirder stories about creatures that don’t exist. the girl whose presence is followed by almost as many whispers as ginny’s.
luna’s staring at her, clearly waiting for an answer. she doesn’t look particularly loony to ginny. in fact, she looks like the one of the first students to be nice to ginny in almost three weeks.
'sure,' ginny says, a timid smile spreading across her face.
luna tilts her head. ‘you might not need a joke anymore. i think you’ve got happy thoughts of your own now.’
ginny leans in and grins more deliberately, and a warmth unfurls in her chest at the smile luna offers in return. ‘tell me anyway.’
Women of the Revolution
AU WHERE GINNY PUSHES MOLLY OUT OF HARM’S WAY AND GOES TO TOWN ON BELLATRIX LESTRANGE
OR BETTER YET AU WHERE NEVILLE GETS THE REVENGE HE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN AGAINST THE VILLAIN WHO TORTURED HIS PARENTS
AND WHERE GINNY TAKES ON A HORCRUX AGAIN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND ALL THIS GROWING INTO HER OWN
i loved the line ”not my daughter you bitch” and i was proud of molly weasley for saying it
#but this kinda… yeah… it’s totally right
#what drives it home is imagining ginny rechallenging part of voldemort’s soul
#i want that. i want that so bad and i never knew it before
#you know when you find a way to fix something and everything else just slides into place
#and suddenly everything feels like ”this is how we SHOULD be”
#that just happened here
#this is how the story should have gone
#ginny gets a rematch: ginny comes into her own
#ginny gets her own goddamn hero-arc
#(and so does neville)-tags by Youshallnotass
Ugh but now I’m imagining Ginny Weasley with her brother dead on the ground behind her in her home and her leader and lover dead in Hagrid’s arms Hagrid whose roosters she was forced to kill five years ago and her father with scars from Nagini’s attack still hashed over his stomach, Ginny Weasley saying Neville’s hero speech because she has never not once not ever given up and stopped fighting in all these years not through all the loss and pain and horror.
Ginny Weasley lecturing Tom Riddle and inspiring the masses because she’s known who and what he is more deeply and intimately than anyone here with a White Hat on their head, because she’s seen him beaten before and maybe she’ll die today but maybe she’ll see it again.
Ginny Weasley drawing the Basilisk venom infused Sword Of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat
Ginny Fucking Weasley killing the piece of Voldemort’s soul that wandered too close, that even looked at her mother the wrong way
Not my mother, you bitch.
Ginny Weasley should have confronted Voldemort and possibly destroyed the horcrux. Its her story. Its her body he violated. Her mind he corrupted.
Lucius and Voldemort treated her like a pawn. I wish after Harry killed the snake, Ginny could have been the one- the oh so vengeful one- to take that fang and fucking stick it into the diary. To smile as she heard toms scream reverberate through the dark chamber as he disappeared. Scaring Harry almost.
This horcrux belonged to Ginny as much as the locket belonged to Ron. And the war belonged to Hermione.
I want Ginny to show she has a personal stake in the fight that goes beyond the weasley s stake of good and right. I want her to egg harry on. I want my beautiful wild impulsive Ginny- because that’s my canon Ginny- to grab Harry by the hand and say fuck voldemort, we will destroy him and that’s how they lose their virginity instead of breaking up as harry intended.
I want her to follow Harry, Ron and Hermione in book seven and when confronted, to yell angrily that this is her battle too. She gave her heart and soul to a boy and trusted him over everyone. And how can Voldemort be anything but personal to her?
I want that hard blazing look in her eyes- that look when she kissed harry- in her eyes when she next sees Voldemort- only he’s Tom to her now. And god, I want her to call him Tom casually when they are discussing Voldemort. I want you know who to never slip out of her mouth. I want her teaching harry how tom is like- because he fed her his soul too-
I want Harry to wonder sometimes whether she sees him or Tom. Or whether she saw him in Tom. And who really came first. And this awful unfair comparison to Voldemort never bugging him more than when he’s with Ginny. And Ginny of course teasing him telling him she has a type. Because god, its a relief to finally joke about this nightmare.
I want so much.
Slytherin wasn’t the only founder to leave a concealed chamber at Hogwarts— before her death, Helga Huffelpuff created a secret room which would help all students, regardless of house affiliation or purity of blood. It’s been called many things throughout the centuries; today it’s known as the Room of Requirement.
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"I’ve already told you!” Hermione said very angrily. "I’m going with someone else!" And she stormed off toward the girls’ dormitories again.
"She’s lying," said Ron flatly, watching her go.
"She’s not,” said Ginny quietly.
"Who is it then?" said Ron sharply.
"I’m not telling you, it’s her business," said Ginny.
"Underneath the footprints it says “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” in clear UV-reactive ink"
The Harry Potter geek in me just freaked out.
Poor Hufflepuff. Everyone who wasn’t cunning, intelligent, or brave got sent to Hufflepuff
Ding-dong, you are wrong.
Everyone who had immense amounts of courage but, when given the choice, would decide that fighting is not as important as staying put to care for the people a war leaves in its wake ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who was extremely intelligent but simply considered it a much more defining characteristic to be loyal and faithful to people they love, rather than taking pride in their intelligence*, ended up in Hufflepuff.
Everyone who wanted to do something important and had enough cunning to manipulate others and wind their way to the top, but never would because they considered it more important to be honest and earn their success fairly and through hard work ended up in Hufflepuff
Everyone who was brave, and smart, and cunning, but did not consider those traits to be the most important and defining aspects of their personality ended up in Hufflepuff.
Helga Hufflepuff made a conscious decision to accept only those students who were honest and loyal and true enough to themselves to say “No. Courage and intelligence and cunning are all valuable traits, but I will not define myself by them because I believe there are things more important than that.”
We are not your fucking leftovers.