hello there, i'm courtney, i'm 18 and from california.

i track the tag weasleysir

watching: bates motel
reading: allegiant
-fic rec being made
-courtney is now the only runner of weasley sir
-Follow forever published

Tom Felton and Evanna Lynch at the Opening of The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Japan 

Posted 51 minutes ago (originally slytherns) + 566 notes


hp meme | eight quotes [5/8]

Posted 1 hour ago (originally noahandquinn) + 475 notes


the potter generation // horcruxes or hallows }

–––– – ❝ wouldn’t it be better, make you  s t r o n g e r , to have your soul in more pieces, i mean, for instance, isn’t seven the most powerfully magical number, wouldn’t seven –– ? merlin’s beard, tom! seven! isn’t it bad enough to think of killing one person? and in any case…bad enough to divide the soul…but to rip it into  s e v e n  pieces… of course, this is all  h y p o t h e t i c a l  , what we’re discussing, isn’t it? all academic… yes, sir, of course.

He’s the dog, he’s an animagus.

Posted 3 hours ago (originally ohhelga) + 910 notes

“You can talk to them?”

Salazar jumped and jerked his head around. He had not heard her approach, had not realised that anyone was listening. A small snake with dull copper scales hissed as it darted back into the grass and out of sight.

Helga felt a flush of shame at having startled Salazar, but she could not swallow her curiosity. “You talk to them – and they understand? They talk back?”

He nodded, his expression still and guarded. “Yes. We have an understanding.”

She had not intended to eavesdrop on him. Though could it be called eavesdropping, when she could not decipher the words he was speaking?

Helga had been wandering through the sunlit forest when she heard it. A voice, first soft then harsh, twisted through the trees. She couldn’t understand the words which sounded slurred, strangled – but she recognised Salazar’s voice. It made no sense. Then she realised that he was speaking another language. Parseltongue.

Rowena had always been suspicious of Salazar’s alleged ability, calling it a ‘dark’ art. Helga wasn’t so sure.  “What were you saying to it?”

Salazar burst into a rare fit of laughter. “Do you honestly want to know what I was saying to a snake?” His amusement had melted away any feelings of awkwardness. “It is hard to describe. What they say - if you can put it that way - doesn’t translate exactly.” He shrugged. “If you must know, I was gaining its trust. When they trust, they obey. It’s a kind of affinity.”

Helga stared. “It’s… amazing,” she said, awestruck. “I would dearly love to be able to do the same.”

The smile slipped from Salazar’s face, but his expression was not unfriendly. “Would you?” he murmured.

She laughed. “Of course!” The sun had sunk low and the light that filtered through the trees was tinged red. “Come,” she said, turning back to the castle, “it grows dusk.”

(requested by anon)


Lucius! Come back! Come back and fight!

↳ invisibility cloak

"Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. "

(via remusjohnslupin)

In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.

Sanctimonia Vincet Semper


it was blissful oblivion, b e t t e r  t h a n  f i r e w h i s k e y

Posted 9 hours ago (originally oyprongs) + 135 notes