Fania {Yam}
Como no tengo un blog en forma, tengo Tumblr. Aquí encontrarán todo lo que no cabe en mis otros espacios cibernéticos. Mucho fandom, cosas random, diseño de vez en cuando.
Las cosas que me hacen feliz, vamos. :)
Harry and Hermione ALPHABET → PARALLELS
The mermaid in the prefects’ bathroom was laughing. Harry was bobbing like a corkin bubbly water next to her rock, while she held his firebolt over his head.
“Come and get it!” she giggled maliciously. “Come on, jump!”
“I can’t,” Harry panted, snatching at the Firebolt, and struggling not to sink. “Give it to me!”
- Harry’s dream before the second task.
He turned back to Hermione, raised the jagged rock and began hacking at her bindings too — At once, several pairs of strong gray hands seized him. Half a dozen mermen were pulling him away from Hermione, shaking their green-haired heads, and laughing.
“You take your own hostage,” one of them said. “Leave the others…”
“No way!” said Harry furiously - but only two large bubbles came out.
- Harry during the second task.
(via daniel-black)
I’ve well and truly soaked myself in Potter this week - mainly because I am being so nostalgic; rereading DH, rewatching DH1 and it’s literally everywhere on my dash (and I am in no way complaining)
This boy grew up in a cupboard. A cupboard. He lived with people who either feared him, despised and resented him or associated far too much pain to him to treat him like a normal human being - probably all three on most occasions (Petunia, my dear, I’m looking at you). How Harry can even function as a person and string together a coherent sentence is nothing short of a miracle (don’t get me started on the sheer oversight of the Harry-Dursley relationship apart from the obligatory chapter in the first sections of the books - how Harry didn’t murder them all, bury their bodies in shallow graves with lime and set Privet Drive on fire I’ll never know. Anyway.
I’m getting off point).What does this scene mean for me: It’s not in the books, no - but at the same time, it is. Romantic slants aside (and I admittedly struggle to separate that from this scene), this embodies the emotion of them both. This is about searching for hope, finding hope in distraction. They’re not happy, they’re miserable. They’re not focused and purpose driven, they’re in discord and lost. There’s this huge gaping hole, and a daunting task that neither of them feel equipped to do, but are nonetheless ingrained in the solution (Harry because this is really the only path he’s ever known since his awakening in the wizarding world and Hermione because she feels bound to not only the morality but also to Harry as a person).
But at the same time, Harry has never ending hope. He refuses to settle for things the way they are. He doesn’t want to accept that things are shit - he wants things to be different, he wants there to be a reprieve. Hermione has unbelievable trust. In not only herself, and the calls that she makes (while I don’t agree with some of the calls/decisions she’s made
and that’s yet another story) but Harry. Alot of it is unspoken, but it’s evident. And that is what draws me to them both, that potent combination. It doesn’t make me resent other characters, or hate on them - but it does pull me one way more than others.
(via daniel-black)
James: With the Beauxbatons ladies and the Yule Ball -
Daniel: Oh yeah!
James: …the series crosses the threshold to puberty. Were you surprised at how the pairing were…sorted out?
{looks to the audience}
I always thought that Harry and Hermione would wind up together.
{the audience cheer and applaud at this}
Daniel: The Harry Potter series is not a democracy!
The world wants Harmony!:D
Harmony! ;)
