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#that is a human as a rat as a cup

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.Take a moment.

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
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Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
-
Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
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Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
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Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
-
Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
-
Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
-
The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Reblogging my own post because a) it’s my damn horn and I’ll blow it if I want to, and b) I just (finally!) cross-posted this to Archive Of Our Own, so if anybody wants to go read it over there, here it is.


@deadcatwithaflamethrower 
My only complaint is that Theodore Nott and Fred Weasely wouldn’t be in the same Potions class. *is pedantic*

*reblogging because now you can bookmark it on AO3*
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gryffindor: deadcatwithaflamethrower:

hebic:
kyraneko:

balencia:

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pissedoffweasley:

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kyraneko:

elidyce:

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#that is a human as a rat as a cup

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.Take a moment.

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
-
Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
-
Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
-
Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
-
Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
-
Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
-
Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
-
The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Reblogging my own post because a) it’s my damn horn and I’ll blow it if I want to, and b) I just (finally!) cross-posted this to Archive Of Our Own, so if anybody wants to go read it over there, here it is.


@deadcatwithaflamethrower 
My only complaint is that Theodore Nott and Fred Weasely wouldn’t be in the same Potions class. *is pedantic*

*reblogging because now you can bookmark it on AO3*
                
                

                
            

            
            
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    Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:

The Harry Potter Series And Its True Meaning
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:

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    Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:

The Harry Potter Series And Its True Meaning
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:

The Harry Potter Series And Its True Meaning
                
            

            
            
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The Harry Potter Series And Its True Meaning

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
srsfunny:The Harry Potter Series And Its True Meaning
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gryffindor: When people say these books are children's books, as if to demean them, I balk.
 These books dealt with themes that adults do not fully understand or wish to. It
 dealt with racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, prejudice, and general
 ignorance. These books taught us that it doesn't matter how you were raised, but
 at you get to choose to be kind, loyal, brave, and true. They taught us to be
 strong u
 nder the pressures of this world and to hold fast to what we know to be
 right. These books taught me so much, they changed me as a person. So just
 ause they're set against a fantastical backdrop with young protagonists does
 not mean that their value is any less real
 This
 First book Starts with the double murder of a pair of twenty-one year olds who
 e much missed and leaving their baby son a war orphan
 abusive conditions that would give Cinderella the horrors. Dealing with peers and
 teachers who are bulies. The fickleness of fame (from the darling of Gryffindor to
 the outcast.) The idea that there are things worth fighting and dying for, spoken by
 the child protagonist. Three children promptly acting on that willingness to sacrifice
 their lives, and two of them getting injured doing so
 Second book. The equivalent of racism with the pro-pureblood attitude
 by an eleven year old girl being groomed and then used by a charming, handsome
 older male. The imbalance of power and resultant abuse inherent in slavery. Fraud
 perpetuated by stealing something very intimate.
 Plot driven
 hird book: The equivalent of ableism with a decent, kind and competant adult
 being considered less than human because he has an illness that adversely
 affects his behaviour at certain times. A justice system that is the opposite of just.
 Promises of removing an abused child from the abusive environment can't always
 be kept. The innocent suffer while the guilty thrive.
 Fouth book: More fickleness of fame. The privileged mistreating and undermining
 the underprivileged because they can. A master punishing a slave for his own
 misjudgment, and the slave blaming herself. A sports tournament which involves
 mortal risk being cheered by spectators. A wonderful young man being murdered
 y because he was in the way. A young boy being tortured, humilated and
 nearly murdered.
 Fifth book: PTSD in the teenage protagonist. Severe depression in the
 protagonist's godfather, triggered by inherited mental health issues and being
 forced to stay in a house where abuse occured. A bigoted tyrant who lives to crush
 everyone under her heel, torturing a teenager for telling the truth in the name of the
 government (and trying to suck his soul out too). The discovery that your idols can
 feet of clay after all. An effort to save the life of someone dear and precious
 actually costing that very same life. The loss of a father-figure and the resultant
 guilt
 Sixth book: The idea that a soul can be broken beyond repair. Drugs with the
 potential for date rape are shown as having achieved exactly that in at least one
 case, resulting in a pregnancy. Well-meaning chauvinism trying to control the lo
 life of a young woman. Internalised prejuidce resulting in refusing the one you love
 out of lack of love but out of fear of tainting them. The mortality of those that
 seem powerful and larger than life
 Seventh book Bad situations can get worse, to the point where even the
 end up suffering and afraid. More internalised prejudice and feaf hysterical terror of
 ting those you love. Self-sacrifice and the loss of loved ones, EVERYWHE
 se who are bitter are often so with a reason. The necessity of defeating yo
 inner demons, even though it's never as cool as it sounds. Don't underestimate
 those that are enslaved. Other people's culture isn't always like your own. Things
 often come full circle (war ending with the death of a dearly-loved pair of new
 parents and their orphaned baby son living with his dead mother's blood relative
 instead of his young godfather). Even if all is well' the world is still imperfect,
 because it's full of us brilliant imperfect humans.
 So.. still think that Harry Potter is a kid's series with no depth?
 fuck it's three am. and I'm having feelings about Harry Potter
 you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com
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    Gryffindor: rmh8402:

pegasusdragontiger:


kyraneko:

balencia:

kitrazzle:

pissedoffweasley:

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kyraneko:

elidyce:

thatgirlonstage:

fuckyeahdeathlyhallows:

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#that is a human as a rat as a cup

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.Take a moment.

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
-
Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
-
Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
-
Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
-
Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
-
Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
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Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
-
The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Reblogging my own post because a) it’s my damn horn and I’ll blow it if I want to, and b) I just (finally!) cross-posted this to Archive Of Our Own, so if anybody wants to go read it over there, here it is.

YESSSSSSS! 


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#that is a human as a rat as a cup

That was a long 12 years for Wormtail.

Can you imagine how differently their lives would’ve gone if Ron, in trying to transfigure Scabbers, had actually transfigured him back into a human?Just take a moment to imagine McGonagall’s reaction if Peter Pettigrew had abruptly appeared in her classroom from Ronald Weasley’s rat.Take a moment.

Or if Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
Ten and twenty years later first years are being pulled aside and warned never mess around in Transfiguration seriously the last time a kid mucked something up in that class Professor McGonagall used two semi-legal hexes, took down a Death Eater and sabotaged the rise of the Dark Lord before Potter had time to get his wand out.

What most of Hogwarts learned first on that otherwise-unexceptionable day was that Professor McGonagall could sure scream loud.
Professor Flitwick’s Charms 5th-year Charms class was close enough to catch the full effect, and the door had been left open besides; en masse the students recoiled with shock and a miscast Hiccuping Charm broke one of the windows (out which the entire flock of ravens they were practicing on escaped to the Forbidden Forest where they only had to worry about centaurs, rather than annoying young humans with wands).
Up in the Divination Tower, Sibyl Trelawny preened over her foresight to have warned her students of an unprecedented catastrophe likely to occur before the hour was out.
Out in Greenhouse Five, a NEWT-level Herbology class looked up in puzzlement, and most of them were subsequently bitten by the Venomous Tentaculae they were attempting to propagate. It does not do to ignore a Venomous Tentacula when you’re prodding at its intimate parts with a cotton ball held in tweezers, so the class was cancelled while two-thirds of the students headed for the infirmary and the rest of them headed into the castle because if they stayed with the Venomous Tentaculae they’d be outnumbered, and nobody wants that.
And down in the dungeons, Professor Snape turned away from comparing Lee Jordan’s Pepper-Up Potion to spoiled cream at what sounded like a woman screaming from the entrance hall. At the second scream, he ordered the class to remain where they were and behave, sweeping out of the room just in time to miss Theodore Nott suddenly jumping up and yelping as if someone had put a crocodile heart down the back of his robes.
Fred Weasley stepped back from the unfortunate Slytherin, shared a smirk with his twin, and stuck his head out the door to make sure Snape had rounded the corner before leading the way out of the classroom.
-
Back in the Transfiguration classroom, about four minutes ago, it had started innocently enough. Ron Weasley, possessed of a broken wand and a lurking suspicion that most of the family’s magical talent had been soaked up by his siblings before he was around to get any, had attempted to turn his pet rat, Scabbers, into a teacup.
Scabbers had not become a teacup.
Scabbers, blast his useless furry little backside, had become a furry, vaguely teacup-shaped monstrosity out of which absolutely no one would have been tempted to drink, and to make matters worse, he still had a tail.
It was moving.
Harry was hiding a smile behind his hand. Dean and Seamus weren’t even trying to hide, elbowing each other and laughing. Parvati and Lavender were looking with disgust and horror at either Scabbers or him, and Hermione was opening her mouth, no doubt ready to tell him exactly what he’d done wrong.
Which only made it worse that he really thought he’d done everything right this time.
He snatched Scabbers off the desk (eww, the base of the cup had the same texture as rat feet) and turned away from Hermione. He made the wand movement again, picturing in his mind the way McGonagall had demonstrated it. “Erreverto.”
“Erreverto. Erreverto. Erreverto.”
It didn’t work. It didn’t work when Professor McGonagall stopped by and gave Hermione two points for Gryffindor for getting the spell perfect in both directions. It didn’t work when Harry made his successful transfiguration (Ron looked; the pattern was a little bit furry but it was definitely a teacup). Ron’s lips formed the shape of a word that would’ve made his mother box his ears had she heard it and attempted the reverse transfiguration, which didn’t work either.
Finally, faced not only with the indignity of failure but the threat of Scabbers being stuck like that, he’d gone up to Professor McGonagall’s desk.
“Um, Professor?”
Professor McGonagall looked up from the paper she was grading and looked from him to the squirming teacup. “Problems, Mr. Weasley?”
“Um, yeah, Professor. I can’t get it to work in either direction and it’s not fair to Scabbers to make him stay as a teacup just because I can’t do a spell right and can you maybe … ?”
“I suppose so, Mr. Weasley,” she said, and waved her wand in the exact manner Ron had been doing all along.
Nothing happened.
Professor McGonagall looked very, very puzzled.
“Now that’s odd,” she said softly.
As one, the other students rose from their seats and quietly moved closer.
She did not attempt the transfiguration in the other direction. Instead, she made a complex motion with her wand and murmured an incantation that possibly only Hermione recognized. The teacup squeaked. Professor McGonagall looked more puzzled than ever, and made a sweeping wand movement that ended with a sharp jab and uttered, “Arcanum finite!”
And there was a loud bang, and there was a pale, pudgy, and very naked man sprawled out on her desk, and she jumped back hard enough to knock her chair into the wall and screamed.
-
Having taught a particularly rigorous course of magical study to children and teens for quite some time now, Minerva McGonagall had become accustomed to certain things. Students who didn’t listen. Students who did rude things to the mice when they thought she wasn’t looking. Students who accidentally turned a frog or a raven into a flock of starlings or a school of strange slimy South American fish (and tried to solve the immediate problem by filling the classroom with two feet of water, neglecting to consider the gap under the door). Students who tried to transfigure their noses into a more appealing shape and wound up in the hospital wing regrowing their nostrils.
Naked men on her desk was something Minerva McGonagall had never had an occasion to get used to. What made it worse was that she recognized this one, and he’d been dead for more than a decade.
Inferius! was her first thought, followed shortly thereafter by Animagus, which collided with Peter Pettigrew! and produced the utterly horrifying thought of what if all four of them were Animagi? which didn’t bear thinking about at all, so her brain jumped to if he wasn’t killed by a Dark Wizard then why didn’t he say so? and realized there was only one possible explanation why, and about that time her eyes registered that parts of Peter Pettigrew she really doesn’t want to know about were flopping about in front of her face, and she was screaming as she jumped back.
The flow of invective which followed somehow failed to surprise her one bit. Some part of her registered, peripherally, the shocked faces of her students, but most of her attention was directed at Peter Pettigrew, who at very least faked his own death and at worst framed Sirius Black and if Black didn’t betray the Potters then who … did. And the words poured out of her, filthy English and filthier Latin while Pettigrew squirmed on the table, his face rage and guilt and fear and something shifty and contemptible, and he turned to look at the stunned students and lunged for Ron Weasley’s wand.
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Severus Snape had reached the Entrance Hall by the time the scream died away and the invective replaced it. He almost smirked, amid the alarm; of all the things he’d never expected to hear from Minerva McGonagall … he took the stairs two at a time, still not noticing the students who followed.
He did notice the Herbology class, which had stopped on the way to the Infirmary and were staring transfixed in the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, but pushed his way through them, getting Venomous Tentacula pollen all over his robes in the process.
From the other end of the corridor came Professor Flitwick’s Charms class, with Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear and pushing his way between students.
-
Ron looked stunned as the man who’d been his pet rat snatched the wand from his hand; Professor McGonagal’s expression shifted to one beyond fury and when the entire class recoiled, it wasn’t from the naked man with the wand.
“Laedo!“ Minerva McGonagall roared.
-
Ron Weasley’s wand cast a Splintering Curse many years beyond its rightful owner’s abilities, and it did Peter Pettigrew the poor favor of eliminating the door, which might have slowed him down a bit.
-
Severus Snape flailed and skidded to a halt as the Transfiguration classroom’s door shattered. He stepped back just in time, and stared, jaw dropped in shock, as a naked man he recognized from his school days flew past him and bellyflopped against the wall, bounced, and collapsed to the ground just in time to avoid the “Exitium!” which followed and vaporized an impresive chunk of the castle’s stone wall.
Fred and George and Lee Jordan, determined to stay at the front of the crowd, had been pushed almost against Professor Snape by their fellow Potions classmates and some pollen-coated Hufflepuffs. Fred squirmed aside hastily as Professor McGonagall appeared in the doorway, the look on her face so utterly livid that Professors Snape and Flitwick both reflexively stepped back.
Snape tripped over George’s foot and fell against a knot of Hufflepuffs, releasing another cloud of pollen and knocking them backwards. Pettigrew saw his opportunity and took it, scrambling to his feet, stumbling sideways, and launching himself towards the gap.
And Minerva McGonagall made a thrust with her wand and said, “Perdo.”
In the very loud silence which followed, Filius Flitwick squeaked, “The Splinching Charm, Minerva?”
She might’ve looked embarrassed for a moment, and then she smiled as she looked down at Pettigrew, who lay on his belly, his arms and legs lying akimbo some distance away.
“Unorthodox,” she said, “but useful in a pinch. If someone would inform the Headmaster, and send an owl to the Ministry—-not Fudge, not Crouch, someone competent—-Shacklebolt, perhaps. Students, return to your classrooms, please. Mr. Weasley, I’m very sorry, but I do believe it’s impossible to return you your rat. However, the zero I was going to have to give you for the day’s work is entirely undeserved, as you were not transfiguring a normal rat. You may make the lesson up any time this week.”
-
The story was, of course, much embellished by the time it reached all the students. Versions of it had the intruder peppering Snape with a Glitter Hex or transfiguring Ron’s rat into a pair of boxers, and people had to be disabused of the notion that it had been Voldemort who’d been hiding as a rat all this time.
Snape gave both Weasley twins detention for tripping him, and took forty-seven points total from Gryffindor over the next few weeks for various pretend-subtle pollen references.
Kingsley Shacklebolt showed up with a team of Aurors in time to meet Professor Dumbledore; the Wizengamot launched an investigation into the events surrounding the Potters’ murder; the results turned into a scandal which saw the release of Sirius Black and the forced resignation of both Director Bartemious Crouch and Minister Cornelius Fudge. Director of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones was confirmed as Minister of Magic shortly thereafte, and the Daily Prophet reported that Sirius Black (“Godfather to the Boy-Who-Lived!” “Framed, Abandoned, Condemned to Living Hell!” “Heart-Wrenching: His Release In Pictures, Page 17!”) was considering applying for a teaching position at Hogwarts, “but just for a year, I’ve been cursed enough for one lifetime.” (“The Prophet reminds its readers that the so-called “curse” on a certain Hogwarts teaching position is almost certainly a mere string of coincidences.”)
And, Minerva thought with relish some months later, it was almost three weeks before anyone attempted messing around in her class.
A personal record.

I’ve probably reblogged this before but I’m going to do it again right now

I think this is literally the best au this entire fandom has produced

I’ve only seen this legendary bit of writing in memes and screenshots. I feel so blessed to see it in person.

Beautiful, simply beautiful!

Reblogging my own post because a) it’s my damn horn and I’ll blow it if I want to, and b) I just (finally!) cross-posted this to Archive Of Our Own, so if anybody wants to go read it over there, here it is.

YESSSSSSS! 


Love it!!

                
                

                
            

            
            
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