….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.
No, because it would be one or two books.
Hermione Granger and the year I discovered so much shit.
Hermione Granger and the year I killed whatsisface.
Hermione Granger and the year I started teaching at Hogwarts.
Hermione Granger and the Year I realised I liked girls and started dating Luna Lovegood <3
15/9/2014 - Tricycle
The foundation of our love
is more solid than a tricycle,
and just as childish. Like school friends,
giggling with thoughts of mischief
we sneak behind the banker’s house
to make love in our secret ways;
we’d never tell on each other,
or break this pact that reaches back
to an unremembered past.
At the park
the swings creak
in the wind,
and a tricycle
disemboweled with rust
Here we are
with no return in sight.
Triangles are my favourite shape,
she said, and I thought
of a tricycle. Three points
where two lines meet, she said,
and I thought of
This Pythagorean song
drifted over my eyes
until it awoke the third -
and then I saw her,
saw you, through the lens
of a poet’s pen.
- Benjamin Campbell
After the Stella show Dougie Poynter and Ellie Goulding headed to London hotspot The Chiltern Firehouse - September 14, 2014