We all change. When you think about it, we’re all different people, all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good, you gotta keep moving, as long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
❝ I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANY MORE—”
When I used to think about Voldemort’s horcruxes I imagined a soul divided in equal portions residing in the different horcruxes and Voldemort himself. I realised that this can’t be true in The Half-Blood Prince Slughorn describes making a horcrux as splitting ones soul in two. This means that when Riddle made his Diary into a horcrux he split his soul in half and physically removed one half from his body and placed it in the diary. This means that he only had half of his soul left when he made his next horcrux, Marvolo’s ring. This half would have been split in half leaving only a quarter in Voldemort’s body. This goes on and on the amount of soul remaining in Voldemort halving each time he makes a horcrux until he had only 1/128 or 0.78125% left in his body. As shown in the graph above. So next time you wonder why Voldemort could have done some of things he did, remember how little human he had left in him. I don’t know about you but I think that this is crazy.
Come on guys, I didn’t do maths for 14 notes
harry had more voldemort in him than voldemort did
so the diary was strong enough to walk and talk, the ring could fry flesh, the locket could hallucinate Ron’s worst fears, but the cup and the diadem didn’t act up. And there wasn’t enough Voldemort in Harry or Nagini to overpower them.
Why is everyone talking about who I should or shouldn’t have gone out with when clearly what we should be focusing on is how I was the brightest motherfucking witch of my age and made a polyjuice potion when I was 13?
Doctor Who Meme: → [1/6] Companions
↳ “You’ve got your faith. You’ve got your songs and your hymns. And I’ve got the Doctor.”
it’s time to be s h e r l o c k h o l m e s again
You aren’t getting better, Sherlock? Was it something I said?
"He was as tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship."