….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.
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Used the Power of Research and Deductive Reasoning to Make Sure Harry Didn’t Die”
Hermione Granger and “That time I figured shit out and literally ended up petrified for the cause and it took my friends weeks to figure out that I had the research on me”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Was a Time Lord”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I Realized I was Hot and Smart and Saved Harry’s Ass with Research. Again. All the Time. Really, He Would Have Died Without Me.”
Hermione Granger and “That time Harry was too emo to actually do shit so I did shit in his name because I am the power behind the throne clearly also PS fought evil deatheaters and won”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I told Harry about the Dangers of Copying off Somebody’s else’s work that wasn’t mine and OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT”
Hermione Granger and “That Time I let Harry Decide Where to Go and What To do and we ended up wandering the forests of dean for like 5 months before saving his ass at Hogwarts”
OH LOOK I WAS RIGHT
all of the above ^^
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. Th
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..
‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
The entire day has seemed to go by in a fog of mixed emotions, but the one thing that has always been apparent is the inward desperation I feel. You were one of the most honest and caring individual whom I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. Years ago you told me that there was always something to hold onto; that there was always a reason to carry on. I was in a really low place, and you were there for me, you kept me from making what could’ve possibly been one of the biggest mistakes of my life, and that’s made the realization of your death so much harder, because you couldn’t take your own advice. I still remember the way we used to joke and laugh. We would always get ourselves into trouble but it was okay. We were young and reckless; we didn’t have a care in the world. If only we would’ve known what the world was bringing for us. I was the first to hit my breaking point, but you never gave up on me. Despite my pleas for you to leave me alone and let me go you wouldn’t, and now you’re gone, and I’m not sure what direction my life is heading in. I want to stay strong, not only for you, but for her, and for them, for everyone.
People have been texting me all day, because they know without having to ask just how hard your death has hit me. They are worried that I won’t follow far behind you, and earlier today I was convinced of the same. I want my friend back, I want that smile back, the laugh, your eyes, I want all of it back, but it’s all gone, and it seems as though all the color has been wiped off the page. After she died when we were both young I fell really low and you were there. After the car accident that took the lives of our friends but spared only me I fell even lower. At the end of it all it was you who found me on the floor in that abandoned building, drugged beyond all belief, barely grasping onto the life that I so desperately wanted to shed. I remember hearing your voice before everything went black, and when I woke up you were the first person that I saw, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you as you were for me. I feel so horrible right now, even though I tell myself not to. I know that you wouldn’t want me to feel this way, if you were hear you’d probably tell me to keep my chin up, and that everything is going to be alright. I wanted to call 5 enough but you’re the 6th friend of my own age that I’ve lost in my life, and they tell me that I’m strong, that I’ve been through so much already.
I know that I’m strong but when do I get to stop being strong? Why am I always the one who must be strong? Why am I always the one that has to carry this weight on my shoulders, when my body is crumbling beneath me. I want to be strong but I don’t know how I can be when my foundation is cracked and shattered. You gave me the strength that I have now, you gave me the motivation to carry on despite losing the first love of my life, and the loss of so many close friends. It was just me and you left, and we made a promise to watch out for each other and I wasn’t there for you.
Though you’re gone you’ll always hold a place in my heart that nobody else can get to. You’re my one true friend, and you were my brother. You taught me that it’s not always about me, that it’s always about the people next to you. You taught me more things that I can ever hope to describe and your spirit will forever live on in my heart. I know that I’ll see you again one day, and we’ll laugh and joke just like we used to. Get ourselves into more trouble and live it up like when we were young. Until then keep my place warm and never forget that I loved you like family, and you’ll always be family to me. I’ll keep an eye on everyone hear and do my best to help them through the way you helped all of us through, but it will be tough without you to help us along the way.
Gone but never forgotten
I still believe everything would be worth it with you.
Couldn’t agree more.
“Technological mandala 02″ by Leonardo Ulian,
aesthetics of electric components
“If you are peaceful, if you are happy, whatever you do will be an offering for the people around you.”
photo by Lotus Carroll (Taken with Instagram)