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HP Marauder Headcanon:

Have a Valerius Voice Headcanon ( ? ), I animated him to see if it suits him.

(ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★background/bgm/val belongs to @thearcanagame,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆   

Also me:

Hagrid: Yer a wizard Harry.

Harry: I knew it. No one could be as perfect as me without a little magic happening.

Rita: Mr. Potter, how did you feel when you realised you were famous?

Harry, swirling a wine glass full of butterbeer in one hand: Well Ms. Skeeter, I always knew all men were at least 30% attracted to me, so it honestly wasn’t that much of a stretch to find out I underestimated my own popularity.

Harry: The downside of being such a humble human being

Harry: -so yeah I can speak to snakes.

Hermione: Why didn’t you tell us, Harry?

Ron: Mate you can trust us.

Draco: Yeah Potter, would’ve been nice to know beforehand.

Harry, shrugs and examines his nails: The only reason I didn’t tell you is I don’t value you as people, so why be honest?

Harry: Wait, you only became friends with me because I’m famous and your dad told you to? Not cool Draco, I thought this was a genuine friendship.

Draco: You said you were only going to hang out with me because you wanted to see if it was my hair or my personality that was the reason I have no real friends.

Harry: Yeah but that was before I knew I could get up on this high horse. I’m loving the view up here. *makes clip-clop noises and pretends to gallop away*

Harry: Bitch, I’m Harry Potter, I do what I want.

Fudge: Harry, as you predicted, there was some backlash to the Dementor initiative.

Harry: Yes. I’m the Nostradamus of your shame.

Ron: So Harry what house do you think you’ll be in?

Harry: Well Ron, I think I would make the perfect Slytherin based on my skill set, dance ability, and bloodlust.

Harry: Also, I look great in green.

Harry: How is it possible that a spirit such as yourself even knows Snape?

Lucius: I’d like to call it karma for having such great hair.

Hermione: Harry! You quit occlumancy lessons with Snape already?

Harry, shrugs: Yeah.

Hermione: What happened? I thought you were going to ‘last forever bitches.’

Harry: Turns out I gave up easy. 

Exclusively from the mother.

Like Berlin’s illness.