It just occurred to me, as I’m going through the Harry Potter books again, that whenever Harry has visions through Voldemorts eyes that he always, every single time, distinguishes between himself and Voldemort with the mention of “a white hand held a wand which was not his own”, or something to the effect of describing Voldemorts whiteness. While I’ve always taken this as a comment on how Voldemort is inhumanly, disgustingly pale, It occurred to me that a dark-skinned Harry Potter WOULD notice the stark, shocking difference in hands every single time without fail.
Fucking here for it
I’m just imagining someone asking Harry about his dreams and being like “are you sure it just wasn’t a dream and it was you?” And Harry’s like “Yeah I’m pretty fuckin sure, I’m not white”
Tag: headcanon
Is witch!Sam growing more and more on anyone else? Like studying books and doing spells for even just things around the bunker, like mundane things, like helping with laundry… or making sure the stray puppy he brought home out of the rain doesn’t bother Dean’s allergies or shed.
I just want Sam surrounded by books and ingredients, idly making things float around him so he can multi-reference easier as he works, maybe with light twining between his fingers like tread.
And Rowena is amazed, because Sam is unlike any witch she’s ever seen, his power is different, both natural, but changed by the demon blood and grace that infiltrated his body, making him able to do what shouldn’t even be possible and she’s never heard of. But he’s getting more powerful the more he uses it, so that she kindly and gently sets out to be his teacher and help him learn to control she views as a beautiful thing to be marveled.
I have a headcanon that Hermione insists her children attend some primary muggle schooling before Hogwarts, just as she had done. Now, imagine Arthur Weasley attending his grandchild’s science fair, being the ultra proud grandfather….and yet also completely geeking out over absolutely EVERYTHING.
Canon
“That is a volcano, that is a VERY SMALL VOLCANO, how – young lady, how did you make this? Baking soda and food coloring? MARVELOUS!”
the kids would love him.
Never have I ever loved anything more than I love this
Sam you HUGE NERD ♥♥♥ (10×03)
But can you imagine an AU with Sam as a crossroads demon? And he’s so particularly anal about his summons that he won’t budge for anything but perfection even when he’s already been summoned? He’ll just hover in the bushes and scream out proper pronunciation and ritual procedures until he deems them fit and then he’ll walk out all smooth and sleek like “Was that really that hard, illiterate asshole? Now what the fuck do you want?”
THE SPIN OFF I NEVER KNEW I WANTED
selective mute!sam and amazing older brother!dean developing their own sign language and system of nonverbal communication
au’s that exist somewhere // witch!Sam
Nobody knows anything about him.
He was a rare and unknown kind of witch. Legend has it that he is the strongest healer that they have ever come across. Then there are those who have seen him kill with the snap of his fingers. After all, he wouldn’t be the first Winchester to use their powers for evil.
Those who have supposedly encountered him don’t ever speak of him. They say that they can feel his intense hazel eyes watching their every move. It wasn’t stalking, however- the intense gaze was warm, and protective. His presence was a warm, comforting blanket for the small town.
There was always hushed whispering of Sam Winchester sprinkled throughout the town. No matter where you go, you can’t escape it.
In a tiny cabin hidden in the woods is where he presides. He watches over the people, keeping them safe from any sort of danger. Even from people like him.
For many years to come, he will continue to protect the strange people of this tiny little town. Nobody truly expects him to come out of his cabin- but there is still that anticipation laced throughout the town. The anticipation of possibly finding the Sam Winchesters walking among them- while they don’t know what he looks like, they know his presence.
The only thing that the townspeople can do is wait.
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