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See, Rowling largely operates Harry’s generation in a clear system of parallels to the previous generation, Marauders and all. Harry is his father—Quidditch star, a little pig-headed sometimes, an excellent leader. Ron is Sirius Black—snarky and fun, loyal to a fault, mired in self-doubts. Hermione is Remus Lupin—book smart and meticulous, always level-headed, unfailingly perceptive. Ginny is Lily Evans—a firecracker, clever and kind, unwilling to take excuses. Draco Malfoy is Severus Snape—a natural foil to Harry, pretentious, possessed of the frailest ego and also deeper sense of right and wrong when it counts. And guess what? Neville Longbottom is Peter Pettigrew.
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Neville is a perfect example of how one single ingredient in the recipe can either ruin your casserole (or stew, or treacle tart, whatever you like), or utterly perfect your whole dish. Neville is the tide-turner, the shiny hinge. And all because he happens to be in the same position as Wormtail… but makes all the hard choices that Pettigrew refused the first time around. Other characters are in similar positions, but none of them go so far as Neville. None of them prove that the shaping of destiny is all on the individual the way he does.
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books-cupcakes answered:
I’d say from around 10 or 12ish until you’re dead.
His Best Man was missing.
It was the day before the wedding. Everything seemed perfect from his tux to the rings down to the tea they will be serving after the ceremony. Everything except for one: there was no Best Man. Excusing himself from dinner, George climbed up and entered what was once Fred and George’s room, now occupied by him, Angie and little Fred. Memories of yesteryear came creeping in— those summers where they’d constantly blow up their room until Mum couldn’t take it anymore and told them that she’d send both of them to Aunt Muriel for the remaining weeks if they didn’t stop; Christmases where they’d spend endless hours looking for everyone’s presents and opening them up and then try to wrap it back again but fail so they try to put the blame on Ron instead; birthdays where they’d try to guess what flavor Mum used for their cake this year; and just regular days where they’d charm their ceiling into different sceneries and lie on their bed, watch, and take in the beauty of it all while promising each other that they’d one day go on a holiday, just the two of them, and explore these wonderful places.
"What are you doing, just standing there?" Ron’s voice pulls him out of his reverie. George turns towards his brother and gives him a half-hearted smile,
"Just remembering…"
"He would’ve given a bloody brilliant speech…"
"Too bad I’ll never get to hear it."
Not knowing what else to say or do, Ron gives George a light pat on the back and starts walking out of his brother’s room. A sudden crackling sound resonates throughout the Burrow and as Ron looked back, George was gone.
Dear everyone,
I’m gonna take a short break from Doctor Who gifs and Harry Potter quotes, and also, I’m gonna ask for your attention, as I have to tell you a little story, it’ll only take a couple of minutes and I’ll try to make it as short as possible.
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