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simplypotterheads:

House-elves (sometimes also referred to as just elves) is a magical creature which is immensely devoted and loyal to the one designated as their master. They serve wizards and witches and are usually found under the employment of old wizarding families taking residence in elaborate establishments, like mansions, and must do everything that their masters command unless they are freed. A house-elf can only be freed when their master presents them with clothes.

  
#hp

and I’m grateful.

  
#tfios
  

F.R.I.E.N.D.S + games

  

themes-mandrakescry:

Theme 21: House of the rising sun by mandrakescry
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  • 5 custom links in the sidebar;
  • Title + subtitle;
  • Description;
  • Sidebar picture: 140x140px;
  • Border sidebar background: 130px, 100% tall;
  • DON’T remove the credit
  • Please LIKE/REBLOG if you use this.
  • ENJOY
  

Without warning, twelve-foot wings flapped open on either side of Harry, he just had time to seize the hippogriff around the neck before he was soaring upward.

  
  

I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry. You’re not a bad person. You’re a very good person, who bad things have happened to.

  

rupertgrnt:

15th July, 2014: 3 years since de end

After all this time?
Always!

  

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!

  
#hp