Harry Potter Through the Years | Fangirl Friday

Today is Friday and we will be looking back at our years at Hogwarts. Childhood memories…

I’m doing this post in remembrance of our past school year. Today is officially the first day of summer vacation and the end of another year. We remember everything.

Check out more on Pottermore!

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone


Illustration of Diagon Alley

We now step into Harry’s first year, and also his first time seeing the hidden world of wizards. Recall his awe and his learning that he was famous among these odd people, and that he meant something to everyone here. Remember his first walk down Diagon Alley, with a friend that would come to mean more and more to him as years passed.



Fluffy, the three-headed dog







Professor Quirrel and the Mirror of Erised standing before Harry

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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Gilderoy Lockhart


Pixies in Professor Lockhart’s classroom

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The Howler sent by Molly Weasley to scold Ron for taking the flying Ford Angela


Harry entering the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban


The Marauder’s Map given to Harry by Fred and George Weasley


Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather


The four Marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, & Prongs as Animagi (from left to right: Remus Lupin, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire


Portkey at the Quidditch World Cup


Irish and Bulgaria at the Quidditch World Cup


The Goblet of Fire


Rita Skeeter at the Weighing of the Wands


The Dark Lord’s return at Little Hangleton

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix


The Order arrive at Number 12, Grimmauld Place


The quirky Luna Lovegood, whom Harry met through Ginny on the train


Harry sees the thestrals for the very first time


Professor Dolores Umbridge, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Ministry professional


The bustling Ministry of Magic


The Dark Lord at the Ministry of Magic, searching for the key to defeating Harry

For now, I shall end here, at the middle-end of his never-to-be-forgotten tale of friendship, love, forgiveness, and sorrow.

Until next time, your true Potterhead,



New Idea | “That’s what THEY said” Thursday

Instead of doing the contest format, I think I’m going to do something different. I’ll do something of a ‘Quote Moment” that I found on fridaysandbooks (check her out, btw!).

And also, sorry for the hiatus! That was like, three or four weeks or something. It’s been so long! But like I said before, I had exams coming up! (But let’s get back to work.)

And I might just redesign my blog to celebrate a new season. Happy summer!


Your Majesty Lunar,



What I Eat While Reading | Super Saturday

I am such a book foodie. I will eat and eat while reading. Chips, milkshakes, you name it. And for this Super Saturday, I will share with you some of my favorite eats.

1. Lemon-honey Ice Tea (Homemade)

Yasss. Delight in a tall glass cup, and I can pretend I’m drinking vodka or something. Perfect for a sweltering summer’s day right after a couple of hours of full hard tennis. Ahh, the delight.

How to make it:

  1. Put about three to four raspberries (or any berries, your choosing) in each compartment of an ice cube tray. Freeze.
  2. Mix two cups of water with 1/2 cup of coarsely chopped ginger and 1/3 cup of honey and bring to a boil.
  3. Reduce heat to simmer for about five minutes.
  4. Turn off heat and add six green or white tea bags. Steep for thirty minutes to one hour.
  5. Strain out solids and add 6 cups of water and some squeezed lemon (I usually use about two or three squirts, tasting until I get it right) to the mixture.
  6. Take the ice cubes from the freezer and use to chill. Enjoy!

(Courtesy of Food Network)

2. Chobani Mix Yogurt

I absolutely adore the wonderful goodness of those square mix yogurts, especially the salted caramel flavor. Every time I go to Tom Thumb, I will buy, like, ten of those.

3. Coconut Water

Any kind will do. I prefer sweet water over regular water. What’s the fun in that? Coconut water is my FREAKING LIFE.

4. Berry Yogurt Parfait (Homemade)

I use plain yogurt, such as Greek yogurt, and stir in some spoonfuls of sugar. I layer blueberries and/or raspberries along with the mixture. And then I enjoy.



Top Ten Tuesday | May 10th (Ten Websites I Love That Aren’t About Books)

Another Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and the Bookish, as you all know!

Ten Websites I Love That Aren’t About Books, guys, so here it goes!

1. Buzzfeed

This is an Internet jackpot of everything from books (of course) to personality quizzes to Internet trending stuff so I don’t look like I’ve been living under a rock! It has things like “21 Things To Buy For Book Lovers” and “13 Funny Texts That Are Too Good To Be True.”

2. YouTube (Music)

No one can live without YouTube, and I am obsessed with music. You will almost always find me listening to music while I write or study.

3. Spotify

Another music website/app! I mainly use this to create lists of all my favorite songs, not o actually listen. I use the YouTube Music app for that.

4. Pinterest

Pinterest is my go-to social media app for funny stuff. (and some book-related memes)

5. Fantasy Name Generators

This is the website that I will always have open in another tab when writing. I can never think of names for people, places, animals, etc., and this website has it all. And I’m not kidding. All. Go check her out!

6. Google Drive

I use this for writing anything. Schoolwork, fantasy writing, everything. I don’t use Word or Pages or anything else.

I can’t really think of anymore, but if you have any, be sure to let me know in the comments!

My Series: Percy Jackson

If you asked me about the Percy Jackson series about a year ago, I would’ve said that I would never have wanted to read the series…but look at me now! Percy Jackson is honestly the only series I think of when someone asks me for my favorite series.

I’ve read the Heroes of Olympis series as well,and might I say, they’re the most inspirational books that I’ve ever read. Mostly because…

  1. The personalities of the characters in the book aren’t overly too arrogant or proud, they all think like how an average kid would, which helps me relate to the characters.
  2. It is interesting and it got me interested in Greek mythology. (Which was also pretty helpful in school whenever we had our Greek mythology unit).

The reasons go on and on! I’m not saying that other any other books are bad, but my personal favorite is the Percy Jackson series!

Comment below if you agree 😄

Hope Like Adrenaline

I got this prompt from the Daily Prompt on dailypost.wordpress.com. The prompt is Hope. This one, personally, might be one of my best ideas, so I hope you like it!

He escaped once. Now, twice. He might be more unusual than he knows, and his life might be one thing that people aren’t willing to lose for reasons he doesn’t realize.

It’ll all work out.

That’s what I kept telling myself. I could do anything out here. I had jumped out of the window where I had been held prison, up high almost touching the clouds, and survived. I felt real. Alive. Powerful.

Maybe I don’t know where I’ll end up, but I know that if I keep moving forward and away from the crushed world of the Reenactment I’ll end up somewhere. Anywhere is better than the barren world of my old home.

They tried to treat me like a normal person, but inside ‘mild’ threats and insults, they treated me like what I was: a convict.

I survived once. I could survive again.

The Reenactment tried to make life better for all of us. Tried to, but failed. If they had asked the people before changing their lives forever, they might be more happy. They wanted to keep the world pristine, like it was before the wars. And the peace. But there can’t be peace without dissension. That’s what I learned in my old life. But this life would be a new one. I was determine to make that happen.

I looked to my right, and a cliff looked out over the river that churned below. Moving towards it, as if in a trance, I peeked over the edge.

The river had to lead somewhere, and maybe if I follow it, I could reach my destination. But sweat was already pooling in my collarbone. The clear water seemed refreshing.

I was reckless. I jumped.

Adrenaline rushed through me, heating my blood. My chocolate-brown matted hair flew in my face and I finally felt free.

The water bubbled around me as I made impact, giving me just enough time to brace myself in case the bed was closer than I realized, but it was not to last. I lost myself in the adrenaline rush that enveloped me just like the water did. I lived for this. I felt the cool breeze touch the top of my head as I swam to the surface, kicking with my strong legs that I earned after years of running. My lungs gasped for air when I broke the surface.

I let the current carry me away from the dry desert landscape and scorching sun. The Reenactment would never be able to find me.

But that was me in the past. Not two days later, I found myself under the cover of darkness again, hiding myself from the searching lasers above. Again.

There were no forests in Acharya, the main city of the nation Ostros. Genetically engineered trees dotted the streets, designed to provide optimal air quality, but there were no substantial forests. The only forests I had ever seen were witnessed from the top of the tower at Jomol Park, the criminals’ district. The tower was where they held the criminals and thieves who had crossed the Reenactment.

I knew that the the technology the searchers used was far beyond my understanding, but that my body heat signature would give me away, so I forced myself to keep moving during the day despite the searing waves of hotness. They couldn’t use the heat tracking mechanism during this time.

I could travel to Athington, the small town located on the edge of my known universe. No one would find me there. I would blend with the crowd and no one would find me.

So I’d hoped.

I reached Athington with virtually no trouble at all, unless you count the few times they caught me in the middle of daylight and I scrambled for cover, eventually jumping into a birds’ nest. There was also that one time I fought a lone guard. Well, given my lack of muscles, I weaseled my way out of his grip, but escaping is escaping, and I’d done it.

Once I reached Athington, I realized how much I was wrong.

Captured, again.

A rainy day, and I had welcomed the wetness after the heat. I took to an inn, The Wild Helmet, after a long walk. I chatted up some customers, who were mostly convicts like me, and went upstairs to get some sleep.

A sharp rapping on my door awoke me, then a bang and the oaken rickety door fell inward. Guards and defenders poured in. Their badges gleamed in the moonlight, and I spotted one that sported the Reenactment seal, a circle with white birch trees and a cypress in the middle. The eight silver stars representing purity, wholeness, rectification, and government circled the trees, two for each.

I would recognize it anywhere. Jumping out of bed, I put my hands up. “How did you find me?” I mumbled.

“None of your business, Alano Celìz,” one guard barked. He had on a white vest, marking him as a general. “We have more methods than you can ever dream of knowing to track a convict. Namely, you.”

“Me? Why me? Specifically?”

“You will know what the commissioner would wish for you to know. Nothing more. Let’s go.” He herded his guards out of the room, turning to let me out before him.

I didn’t bother to fight back. You might be questioning my actions, but you must know that I would never be able to get away with it, and I would end up with a worse punishment than I already have. I would only move if I knew I would be able to make it. However reckless I may be, I can usually keep it in check.

The guard led me to their parked cars, checking me for weapons. They opened up the back of the military convertible like a trunk and pushed me in.

The general used a remote and held down a button. The convertible’s cover folded downward, and a fluorescent light flickered on. The blue filled up the little alcove at the back of the car, and I could see a small glass window pane towards the front of the mobile.

A young face looked out through the window. She had curly blond hair and she perked up in a smile.

She looked to be about my age, around seventeen. “Hi,” she said.

I blinked. “Who are you?”

“The general’s daughter. Alano Celìz, correct?”

I nodded. “I thought I was supposed to be a dangerous criminal. Why did your dad let you come here? For all you know, I have a gun and I could shoot you.”

“No you couldn’t, this is bulletproof.” She tapped on the glass. “Besides, you wouldn’t hurt a poor little girl like me. I snuck in here.”

“Snuck in here?”

“Yeah. I could tell you how they found you if you want. I’m a rebel.” She smirked. Without waiting for an answer, she said, “I sneak in everywhere. They test on you, you know. I don’t know why, but they do. They don’t do it to anyone else, though, only you. They take your DNA to their labs, and the scientists are all friends with me. They didn’t tell me what they did with your DNA and RNA samples, but I heard Daddy talking to the commissioner who said that they needed you back. So they used your DNA to track you.”

“The commissioner?”

She nodded. “Phoebe Griffith. She was never elected.”

“Thanks, by the way, for the information ’bout me. It means so much. You know a lot.”

“Thanks.” Her voice came out slightly muffled.

I want to publish this right now, but I’ll write more of this delightful story, maybe ending it where he finds out what he really is…