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fatherforgivethem · 4 months
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“It was Death and he felt cheated.”
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“Jupiter could have never been a star, our sun took the recourses and didn’t leave much in its wake…”
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“Jupiter isn’t a failure, it’s a falsehood of misguided hope. A personification of desperation.”
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helluo-librorums · 2 years
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Ok, so I've seen this headcanon before, where JKR is actually a witch and that's why her books are so detailed or whatever. I don't remember what post that is from but I remember reading it. And while I agree with it I don't remember them adding this bit.
In The Tales of Beedle the Bard (2008 idk about the newer ones but I would assume they are the same) JKR makes footnotes on words that are used by Dumbledore that muggle-borns might not know. BUT the way she worded it makes it sound like she actually knew Dumbledore. So, not only is JKR from the wizarding world, she was friends with Dumbledore and probably worked with Hermione Granger in re-writing and publishing The Tales of Beedle the Bard to our world.
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theuniverse-isinus · 4 months
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The Tales of Beedle The Bard
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girlzoot · 6 months
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Beedle’s stories resemble our fairy tales in many respects; for instance, virtue is usually rewarded and wickedness punished.  However, there is one very obvious difference.  In Muggle fairy tales, magic tends to lie at the root of the hero or heroine’s troubles - the wicked witch has poisoned the apple, or put the princess into a hundred years’ sleep, or turned the prince into a hideous beast.  In The Tales of Beedle the Bard, on the other hand, we meet heroes and heroines who can perform magic themselves, and yet find it just as hard to solve their problems as we do.  Beedle’s stories have helped generations of wizarding parents to explain this painful fact of life to their young children: that magic causes as much trouble as it cures.
---JK Rowling/The Tales of Beedle the Bard (Introduction)
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Inktober Day 15: Dagger
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Many, many years ago, when we were both very small, I used to read my sister stories before bed. And not picture books, because that would be normal. No, I used to read her (and our brother when he was interested), stories from The Tales of Beedle the Bard. My favourite, by far, was always “The Fountain of Fair Fortune” because I like happy endings. Her favourites, however, were always the sad ones. Every time I read to her, I’d be holding back tears as I recounted “The Tale of Three Brothers,” or mild disgust as I told her the story of “The Warlock’s Hairy Heart.” Now, years later, when I saw the sketch she’d done for day 15, I was immediately transported back to those moments.
For those who’ve never heard the story, “The Warlock’s Hairy Heart” is about a warlock so worried about love making him weak that he literally rips his heart out of his chest and locks it in a casket. When he overhears people judging him for not being married, he decides to find a wife, and when he shows her what he’s done, she is so shocked that she demands he puts his heart back. The story ends with him killing both himself and the maiden after his heart rejects her love. This was one of my sister’s favourite bedtime stories. She was maybe 8 at the time.
This story is meant to teach children about the dangers of locking away feelings. I do wonder though, what would have happened if the warlock hadn’t carved the maiden’s heart out of her chest. What if she, seeing the dagger, had stabbed his heart first, before he was able to put it back in his chest. Would it have darkened her own heart? Or would she have simply killed a monster and moved on with her life? What would be the lesson then?
All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Ramblings by her weird sister.
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hanakin-starwalker · 6 months
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Parings: Sirius Black/Original Female Character.
Additional characters: James Potter, Lilly Evans, Remus Lupin.
Mild smut/sexual content.
Carina Allard wants to write a long and complicated essay on Animagi and tries recruiting Sirius, not knowing his secret that he hints at more than once. Maybe she’ll get it one day, but for now, his seeming secondhand knowledge would do.
They’re a Sirius thing, seriously, accept the siriusness of the situation.
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FFN
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something-overnothing · 11 months
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To hurst is as human as to breathe.
J.K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard
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szynkaaa · 7 months
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I'm so excited to finally be able to share this!
The Tales of Beedle the Bard, rebind trade with @/floralbearies
This is my very first book trade since I joined the community May/June, me and Jessica always said ooh let's do a trade, and we finally made it happen! Thank you so much for trading with me and I hope we will do more in the future
About the bind:
purchased 2nd hand
text on the slipcase is my own handwriting! Wasn't sure if my cricut would be handle it with the textured brush I picked, but it turned out pretty well
Cover design is drawn by me on Clip studio paint, featuring three of the stories in the book. Can you guess which one they are?
it embarrassingly took me way too long to sit my ass down and design the cover, but once it started, it went pretty fast! I haven't read the book before so I also had to read it before I could come up with a good design. My personal favorite story is the one of the hairy heart
endpapers are marbled papers I purchased on etsy, I bought a bunch a while back and been dying to use them for some of my binds! Picked the red one because I originally wanted to pick red cloth but went for the gray in the end
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remysa · 2 years
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Harry Potter book series and Hogwarts study books. I remade it and now its looks good! 17 swatches
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lesbian-shadow · 1 month
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My Options And Interpretations of "The Tales Of Beedle The Bard"
"The Wizard And The Hopping Pot" p1
The story: There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right. This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarrelled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.
Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much too small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.” The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind,then threw the slipper back into the cauldron, resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door. “My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot –” “Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for your brat’s warts?” And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face. At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot; it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts. “Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair. The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door. An old man stood on the doorstep. “’Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost, she is, or stolen, and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.” “And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and he slammed the door upon the old man. Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot. “Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did. That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold stood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break. “My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you please help us? Your father bade me come if troubled –” But the wizard slammed the door on her. And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts. Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprout- ing warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs. The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave, and he could not silence it or force it to be still. At last the wizard could bear it no more. “Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!” And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction. Part 2
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The Warlock’s Hairy Heart
If we get both Fantastic Beasts 4 and 5, I think that the one that introduces the Dumbledore family flashbacks should start with a flashback of Kendra reading to Albus ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart’. 
For those who are not aware of this tale, it’s one included in The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Albus mentions that it’s a tale that speaks to the dark depths of everyone and he specifically mentions that “the story as [he] eventually read it in the original runes was almost exactly that which [his] mother had told [him].” So, starting with the fact that Kendra canonically told him this dark fairytale, it would be a nice way of introducing her character and the Dumbledore children when they were younger. 
The reason I’ve always wanted this tale to be included in Grindeldore’s story is because there is thematic coherence.The main story is this: A young warlock who has looks, riches and power finds love debasing, so he carves out his heart with dark magic and locks it in a box to prevent himself from falling in love. He stands by his choice for years, but one day he hears gossip about himself. He is pitied because he is alone and doesn’t have love despite all his gifts. His pride having been hurt, he decides to take a wife that would be worthy of him and would be envied by anyone. It so happens that he finds such a girl and tries to impress her with his wealth and courtship. The girl is fascinated, but she’s also repelled because she senses what is missing in him. Wanting to prove he has a heart, he shows her his detatched heart, which has withered, grown hair, and become hard within that box.The girl pleads with him to put back the hard because she things this will heal him. But the heart has become twisted and beastly. When they were found, the girl was dead on the floor. The warlock, having gotten a taste of having his heart back but needing to feel whole, had torn her heart out and was trying to tear his own heart out again to replace it with a healthy one.
I think this tale encompasses many interesting themes we see in Grindeldore. It is clear that there was something broken in Gellert since he was young. In Durmstrang he performed dark experiments and Albus mentiones that he used more force than necessary, whatever that means, He always planned to annihilate the muggles. He wanted to create an army from dead bodies at the age of 16. He was also interested in achieving invulnerability through power. Unlike the warlock, I don’t think that Gellert FORCED himself into finding someone. But I think it was something he never wanted. It just so happened that he found a man who was on par with him in every way and he could not help feeling a stir in a heart that had been dormant. Being mostly driven by personal ambition and narcissism, Gellert, much like the warlock, could not love healthily. Albus was fascinated by him and close his eyes to the parts that scared him. He thought that through their love and by putting limits (’where we meet resistance we must use only that force necessary and no more ‘), he could help Gellert be his best version and not fall back into old habits. Gellert has gotten his hear back in a sense, but he needs to be in control. He cannot  love selfleshly at that point. So, when Aberforth’s intervenence threatens to take away the companionship he did not think he needed, but which is now essential to him, he tears out Albus’ heart, Metaphorically speaking, by showing his vicious side, torturing his brother and pursuing his ambitions while leaving him alone to deal with his grief. And this is something that Albus never come backs from. He ‘bleeds’ for it for the rest of his life.
In his comments Albus mentions that this tory addresses the quest of invulnerability, which is one of the biggest temptations of magic. 
The resemblance of this action to the creation of a Horcrux has been noted by many writers. Although Beedle’s hero is not seeking to avoid death, he is dividing what was clearly not meant to be divided – body and heart, rather than soul –.
Dumbledore clarifies that invulnerability is impossible, saying that “no man or woman alive, magical or not, has ever escaped some form of injury, whether physical, mental or emotional. To hurt is as human as to breathe.’
We have specific mention of 3 kinds of vulnerability. Preventing the physical kind has been attempted with the creation of horcruxes: twisting the soul. The mental kind has been attempted by twisting the mind: Gellert thought that by taking away Leta’s memory he would make Kama free of mental pain (which extends to emotion) and make him more logical, able to focus on his superiority by blood). The emotional kind is addressed in this tale with the separation of body and heart.
This is Gellert’s own vulnerability and that’s why I would love for it to be addressed within the movies. It does not have to be literal. The use of the tale as a metaphor would be enough. The textually established comparison with the horcruxes makes it even more interesting, because of the only way that severing one’s soul (and possible one’s heart) can be undone:
“Remorse,” said Hermione. “You’ve got to really feel what you’ve done. There’s a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I can’t see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you?”
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"It's your one last chance," said Harry, "it's all you've got left. . . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . . Be a man. . . try. . . Try for some remorse. . . ."
It makes the parallel of Gellert being in Nurmengard and going through extreme pain as he pieces back his heart and feels the weight of what he’s done even more powerful.
“They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that is true. I would like to think that he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends . . . to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hallow . . .” “. . .or maybe from breaking into your tomb?” suggested Harry, and Dumbledore dabbed his eyes.
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sombrenightsky · 6 months
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To hurt is as human as to breathe.
-J.K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard (Hogwarts Library, #3)
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ourbalancedlife · 1 year
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So me and my friend was talking about Plath and her poems a while back. And we like.. really got into it and we were talking about her works especially when describing Death was like..so thought-provoking and all right? And then one thing led to another and she then kinda came up w this theory and well..it just developed into something lol and i just wanted to share it here so here it goes :
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Sorry if the quality isn't clear i tried my best to put it together the right way.
Disclaimer: neither me nor my friend are native English speakers. We just talk in English because it's easier to express that way. Also we didn't steal this from anywhere or anything it just really came up randomly and we made up the rest along the way. We don't claim it to be an original maybe there have been others who had similar ideas or theory etc but we def didn't steal it from anyone or anywhere. And lastly, well hopefully none of you will want us to stick our heads into an oven. Bye.
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pompeiousstar · 2 years
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Interesting fact from actual history books:
William the Conqueror (king from Normandy, who came to the England) allegedly had bastard son whose name was William Peverel
The son also had another nickname William Peverel the Elder, little is know about this person...
I don't know if I am making fuss about nothing or JKR actually did research
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jcenno · 2 years
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Book Review: The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J. K. Rowling
Book Review: The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J. K. Rowling
TL;DR – a companion piece to Rowling’s hugely successful Harry Potter series. Summary (warning: spoilers) A collection of short stories that have been passed down through generations of witches and wizards that demonstrate that for all the benefits magic can bring, it can also cause just as many problems. Review I have been debating for some time whether to write a review of each of Rowling’s…
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