This shit pisses me off so fucking much. We finally got a comic accurate Superman movie, a revival of the Green Lantern IP after nearly 20 years, the first Supergirl movie since the 80's, a bold body horror movie about a Batman villain, we had a universe with SOUL
FUCK ZIONISM
A Harry Potter What If...? show would be so good. And I'd love it even more if it were animated.
There are so many fun scenarios we could explore in the Wizarding World. Marvel created What If...? to explore how small changes can have massive knock-on effects on the wider story. We could do exactly that with Harry Potter.
Imagine: what if Dumbledore became Minister for Magic? He was apparently offered the position multiple times but turned it down. What if he had accepted? He wouldn't be Headmaster of Hogwarts, but he'd have full control of the Wizarding World. Would wizarding relations with Muggles change? Would the Triwizard Tournament still have returned? Would they have found Bertha Jorkins earlier and foiled Voldemort's plan to return? And if Voldemort did return, how much better prepared would they have been without Fudge's denial?
Then there are other scenarios. What if the Chamber of Secrets had never been opened? Would Dumbledore still have discovered Horcruxes? What would happen to the Basilisk beneath the castle? Would it remain dormant forever, or would Voldemort unleash it during the Battle of Hogwarts?
What if Draco had accepted Dumbledore's offer of protection in Half-Blood Prince? What if Voldemort had got the Philosopher's Stone? What if Lily had chosen Snape instead of James? What if Umbridge had remained Headmistress of Hogwarts?
There are so many possibilities to explore. I'm genuinely desperate for this show.
“Whomping Willow… unyielding… and a basilisk heartstring core?” Ollivander questioned, his voice catching as he stared at Harry in astonishment. “This… this is not the wand I sold you.”
Harry shifted awkwardly. “Er, well, I… made it.”
Ollivander examined the wand again, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Acceptable craftsmanship, I must say! And an excellent choice for fighting.” He seemed to be restraining a smile. “But… Whomping Willow wood and a basilisk heartstring? Those aren't materials one simply finds.”
“Yeah, about that,” Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, seemingly oblivious to the whispers spreading among the other champions, judges and journalists. “After the Willow broke my Nimbus 2000, I might have… pruned it. Quite aggressively, actually.”
“And the core?” Ollivander asked, his voice filled with almost reverent wonder.
Harry glanced at the reporters, who were now buzzing with questions, before answering steadily. “You know the thousand-year-old basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets that I killed a couple of years ago?”
The muttering grew louder. Fleur, Cedric and Viktor all stared at Harry in disbelief. Rita Skeeter, quill and notebook at the ready, began pushing closer, clearly desperate for details.
Ollivander ignored them all. His attention remained fixed on Harry and his creation. “You harvested the basilisk yourself?”
“Well, yeah,” Harry replied, looking a little bashful. “It seemed a shame to leave it to rot, and the heart was just right there. I figured, to the victor go the spoils, you know?”
Ollivander nodded, his hands trembling with excitement as he examined the wand. “Quite the saying, indeed, Mr Potter. Whomping Willow wood is rarely used, given its incredible resilience and unwillingness to cooperate. But paired with a basilisk heartstring? Brilliant. A highly aggressive wand, exceptionally powerful… and dangerous.”
Fleur crossed her arms, frowning thoughtfully. “So you 'ave created a wand from scratch?” she asked, her usual aloofness giving way to open astonishment.
“Oh, it took ages,” Harry said, warming to the subject. “Getting the Willow wood was tricky. I had to keep dodging branches, so I ended up learning the Summoning Charm ahead of time. But the basilisk was harder. Getting a heartstring from a dead serpent that size was more… complicated than I expected. Not to mention yucky. I had to burn those clothes afterwards. They stank.”
Ollivander nodded knowingly, examining the slight asymmetry in the wood's grain. “And yet you managed. Remarkable. What wand-lore did you study? Self-taught, I presume?”
Harry beamed, scratching his head. “I found a few books on wand-making in the Restricted Section, and a really old one that was a gift from…” Sirius. “A friend. The Willow wood had to be carved very specifically to stop it lashing out at anyone who wasn't its master. And getting the core settled properly… I probably redid it four times.”
The crowd grew louder, several people trying to interrupt, but Ollivander and Harry were completely absorbed in their conversation.
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“Now, Mr Potter — Harry. It's easier to match a wand to a child when you get a feel for their magic. The wand is easy; you simply hold it. With the child, you have to bring it out. A strong emotion does that,” Ollivander explained.
It had been a while since he'd had such a receptive audience. The boy was practically lapping up every word!
Harry rubbed the back of his neck and frowned. “Is that why you act all creepy? To bring out our magic? I honestly thought you just enjoyed scaring children.”
Ollivander smiled. “Oh, I do. Multitasking, Mr Potter.”
just read a serial killer!harry and consultant!tom au and it was breathtaking. beautiful dynamic and so well done. it’s called everything we dream of can be real by doshu
#tomriddle#tmr#harrypotter
Well then, time to raid the art vault I've been building up for the past six months or so. 👀💥🎨
And this is just the beginning , more next week, haha!┐( ̄ヮ ̄)┌