What if Harry just obliviated Voldemort and none of the death eaters knew it happened so Harry just went about living a normal life and Voldemort was confused as to why all these people in weird masks kept trying to talk to him
Gilderoy Lockhart Potter, you are named after a Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, who taught me the most important skill I ever needed to know.
Harry had a hope. It was a small one, perhaps even subconscious. When “Obliviate” tumbled out of his mouth, half-intended, half-… something else, he was more surprised than Voldemort (but only for a moment).
Obliviation teeters on the edge of a Curse, you see, and all Curses are of semi-sentient nature. Obliviation is hungry. It is a void, a pit, and an abyss that consumes without end, and hungers for memory. The stronger that memory the more eager the spell is to consume. The more attached one was to that memory, the faster it would slip loose. That is why muggle memories of magical sights excise so cleanly, and why Gilderoy Lockhart’s method had worked for so long.
The Obliviation saw Voldemort’s mind laid bare, and hungered. Voldemort saw the blast of golden nothingness, and quailed. The only defense was to shed attachment, desire, ambition, and most of all trauma. He could not do that, not in ten thousand lifetimes and certainly not in a tenth of a second.
Gold light enveloped green, feeding on the hateful source of that Curse. Green died out. Obliviation shined around Voldemort and ate, and ate, and ate, and found a final end when the mind was void of any real ‘memory’, anything he valued or desired.
A pale, disfigured, man stumbled backward and sat down. Everything around him was loud and terrifying. He could scarcely breathe, every gasp or inhalation choking him with smoke and ash. He saw a young man with kind eyes looking down at him. “Young man – I – Young man, I think I’ve been hurt.”
“It’s alright, sir. Do you know where you are? Who you are?” Asked the green-eyed lad. So kind, so very kind.
“I- … No. No I don’t. Good lord… No I don’t!” He tried to stand, but found he was nearly frozen with chill. “What on earth is happening?”
“You’ve had a bit of a knock on the head. It’ll be alright once we get you seen to.” The young man said, helping the poor fellow to his feet. Harry had a hope, a small and nearly subconscious one, that this time Tom Riddle could start fresh. Perhaps a few people could understand that he was no more Voldemort than Mr. Lockhart was … who he was before. That the twisted thing at Kings Cross would not be anyone’s future.
What few Death Eaters were left felt their Dark Marks writhe and dissipate. The Curse that forged them forgotten, the power that bound them unraveled.
In the years after no one dared try and ‘reeducate’ their Dark Lord. His therapy went well, and carefully. He knew he had done terrible things “before”, and could not find that terribleness in himself any longer. He had made what amends he could, but whatever sins had been secret were gone forever. He never hid away, and would apologize freely, sincerely, to anyone who asked it. Over time everyone had grown used to him, though it was still a great shock when they would see him sitting at a table in Diagon Alley sharing tea with a young man with kind, green, eyes.
The thing that abled people who advocate for the disabled community don’t get is that there are times when disabilities/accommodations clash. Horribly.
Like I spent years having to come up with a solution to get therapy dogs into a series of residence halls. Why years? Because we had to decide who got to stay and who got to leave: the people who needed therapy dogs or the people with severe allergies to animals. Who got the alternative housing?
Things like fidget toys might seem great for some disabled people but having them in the room could be distracting/overstimulating for others. The same goes with stimming. It can’t be helped but neither can the anxiety that another person in the room feels as they watch/hear it. Additionally, something like a weighted blanket might immediately calm one kid down and send the other one into a panic attack due to the claustrophobia it causes. (*Points to myself*)
Every Metro bus in New York City has a series of seats at the front that can be lifted up to accommodate people in wheelchairs but if I’m in one of those spots then someone with a cane/walker has to journey even further to sit down.
The flashing lights of a fire alarm are there to help deaf/hearing impaired but if they’re not properly timed, they can also cause a person to have a seizure.
The worst part about all of these is that there is rarely a concrete solution that makes everyone happy/safe. And I’m not here to offer any because I don’t know them. I’m just here to remind you all that as you’re taking your education/health classes, as you’re reading your textbooks, as you’re preparing to go be an advocate, just remember that there is rarely ever such a thing as a one-size-fits-all solution to advocacy and that something you do that can help one disabled person might actually hinder another.
HOT TAKE: REALLY LONG ELF EARS ARE THE ANIME TIDDIES OF THE ELF WORLD
Hey man maybe shut the fuck up.
NO YOURE NOT
I’M RIGHT AND THAT’S THE TRUTH. You gotta face the facts
If it helps though, all elf ears are perfect
What?? Ears like we see in Warcraft only create unrealistic expectations in young elves today. Elves already have enough problems without having to worry about their
Headcanon that an outraged 6-year-old Charlie Weasley writes to an elderly Newt Scamander wanting to know why Gringotts keeps a dragon locked up underground and begging him to fix it. Newt writes back saying that sadly he’s been fighting that fight for years and no one ever wants to listen to him because the powerful families whose money is being kept safe by the dragon always shut him down, and that Charlie is the first person he’s heard of who’s as angry as he is about it. Charlie decides that day to dedicate his life to finding out everything he can about dragons so that one day he can free the poor Gringotts dragon. After the war, when they hear that Harry, Ron and Hermione freed the dragon, they celebrate and immediately begin petitioning to have it made illegal to imprison dragons so that nothing like that ever happens again. It’s only when Hermione becomes Minister that it’s finally signed into law.
This is the best Harry Potter headcanon I’ve ever seen
yes yes yes
Just imagine how that conversation would go though, like Charlie’s been learning about dragons his whole life, studying them, learning about the laws surrounding them, practising the jailbreak of dragons by smuggling one out of Hogwarts, preparing for the moment when, one day, he can free the Ukrainian Ironbelly from Gringotts.
And Ron’s like “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it—we broke into Gringotts and used him as our get-away vehicle. He’s just chilling in the wilds somewhere now so, yeah. Job done.”
I want an AU where Ron, completely convinced that he’s overshadowed by all his brothers and will never be as remarkable or as well-recognised as any of them, just accidentally achieves all of their major life goals without noticing. They’re all super jealous and think of him as The Golden Brother and he’s completely clueless.
I’m not sure this is an AU to be honest. I mean:
Bill Weasley: Curse-breaker, works for Gringotts breaking into cursed tombs and distributing valuables to heirs. Ron Weasley both broke into Gringotts itself and destroyed the ultimate cursed object, a Horcrux. Check.
Charlie Weasley: Aforementioned dragon stuff. Check.
Percy Weasley: Social climber, status seeker, desperate for attention and approval from his superiors. Ron: Literally married to the actual Minister of Magic. Check.
Someone else add on to this with Weasley-twin eclipsing stunts and hijinks, I’m sure there are some but my brain isn’t thinking of them right now.
Charlie:
Weasley twins: try to break every rule, cause chaos at Hogwarts
Ron: flys a car into a tree, enters the forbidden forest multiple times, breaks into the Department of Mysteries, literally starts a fucking war at Hogwarts. Check.
Headcanon that an outraged 6-year-old Charlie Weasley writes to an elderly Newt Scamander wanting to know why Gringotts keeps a dragon locked up underground and begging him to fix it. Newt writes back saying that sadly he’s been fighting that fight for years and no one ever wants to listen to him because the powerful families whose money is being kept safe by the dragon always shut him down, and that Charlie is the first person he’s heard of who’s as angry as he is about it. Charlie decides that day to dedicate his life to finding out everything he can about dragons so that one day he can free the poor Gringotts dragon. After the war, when they hear that Harry, Ron and Hermione freed the dragon, they celebrate and immediately begin petitioning to have it made illegal to imprison dragons so that nothing like that ever happens again. It’s only when Hermione becomes Minister that it’s finally signed into law.
This is the best Harry Potter headcanon I’ve ever seen
yes yes yes
Just imagine how that conversation would go though, like Charlie’s been learning about dragons his whole life, studying them, learning about the laws surrounding them, practising the jailbreak of dragons by smuggling one out of Hogwarts, preparing for the moment when, one day, he can free the Ukrainian Ironbelly from Gringotts.
And Ron’s like “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about it—we broke into Gringotts and used him as our get-away vehicle. He’s just chilling in the wilds somewhere now so, yeah. Job done.”
I want an AU where Ron, completely convinced that he’s overshadowed by all his brothers and will never be as remarkable or as well-recognised as any of them, just accidentally achieves all of their major life goals without noticing. They’re all super jealous and think of him as The Golden Brother and he’s completely clueless.
I’m not sure this is an AU to be honest. I mean:
Bill Weasley: Curse-breaker, works for Gringotts breaking into cursed tombs and distributing valuables to heirs. Ron Weasley both broke into Gringotts itself and destroyed the ultimate cursed object, a Horcrux. Check.
Charlie Weasley: Aforementioned dragon stuff. Check.
Percy Weasley: Social climber, status seeker, desperate for attention and approval from his superiors. Ron: Literally married to the actual Minister of Magic. Check.
Someone else add on to this with Weasley-twin eclipsing stunts and hijinks, I’m sure there are some but my brain isn’t thinking of them right now.
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