Harry Potter Daily (original) (raw)

15 October 2010 @ 11:15 am

'It's --oh, how ridiculous --' She thrust the letter at Harry, who saw that it was not handwritten, but composed from pasted letters that seemed to have been cut out of the Daily Prophet.

You are a WickEd giRL. HaRRy PottEr desErves BetteR. gO Back wherE you cAME from mUggle.

'They're all like it!' said Hermione desperately, opening one letter after another. '"Harry Potter can do much better than the likes of you ..." "You deserve to be boiled in frog spawn ..."'

-From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chap. 28 "The Madness of Mr. Crouch"

“[Harry] crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled out a large chunk of birthday cake. He sat there on the floor eating it, savouring the happiness that was flooding though him. He had cake, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit; it was a bright summer’s day, he would be leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar felt perfectly normal again, and he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. It was hard, just now, to feel worried about anything — even Lord Voldemort.”

—Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, ch. 3 “The Invitation”

22 February 2010 @ 05:26 pm

09 February 2010 @ 06:30 pm

07 February 2010 @ 03:50 pm

Ron: Tell me again how I broke up with Lavender?
Harry pauses on his soup, exchanges a glance with Hermione, who carefully withdraws her hand from Ron’s.
Hermione: Um, well, she came to visit you in the hospital, you see...
and you talked — I don’t believe it was a long conversation...
Ron: Don’t get me wrong. I’m bloody thrilled to be shot of her. It’s just she seems… a bit put out.
As one, the three glance over at Lavender and are rewarded with a lethal squint.
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06 February 2010 @ 09:23 pm

Hermione flung her arms around Ron's neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of her head.

06 February 2010 @ 02:52 am

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(sorry for being mia guys! my laptop died and i had to buy a new one :|)

04 February 2010 @ 04:05 pm

02 February 2010 @ 05:45 pm

Professor Trelawney rustled past.
'Would anyone like me to help them interpret the shadowy portents within their Orb?' she murmured over the clinking of her bangles.
'I don't need help,' Ron whispered. 'It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight.'