Yeah, so this really isn't a question, but I just wanted to thank you so much for this! I reread the series every three years, and am currently on my third read. I only found this after I started Deathly Hallows this time, and its made the series just so much more meaningful. It truly does get better each time.
:) Thank you very much. Congrats on your third reread!
I don't know how often you look at this blog anymore, but it's September 1 and I owe you a bit of a thank you. I found your blog in the month leading up to DH 2 as a way for me to quickly reread the series. You introduced me to a lot. This blog got me started on tumblr and in the fandom, it made me notice so many new things, and changed everything for me. It sounds stupid but you opened me up to a lot and I just want to thank you for doing that. I still come back here sometimes 2 years later
Thank you so much for this message. It just makes me so happy that other people got just as much out of this blog as I did and even happier that people still enjoy it. :)
So, I’ve just accidentally begun rereading the series again for the first time since completing this project (I’ve reread a couple of the books individually but not the entire series again - it’s exhausting), and I actually noticed something in Sorcerer’s Stone that I’ve never ever noticed before, which is that, when Dumbledore is talking with McGonagall outside of the Dursleys’ home waiting for Hagrid to get there with baby Harry, she sounds disapproving of the wizards and witches not being more subtle with their celebrations over Voldemort’s defeat, and Dumbledore tells her that the wizarding world has had “precious little to celebrate for eleven years.” This clearly indicates that Voldemort has been active for the past 11 years. Given that James and Lily were 21 years old when they died, that means that they would’ve been starting at Hogwarts with their friends right around the time that Voldemort was really beginning to emerge as a force of evil in the wizarding world. I’m sure it was all secret-like and small beginnings when it started, but I’m also sure that there had to have been whispers and murmurings during James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Snape’s time at Hogwarts for all seven years. This isn’t like. A Big Revelation or anything. I’m just sort of overwhelmed at the idea that, just like Harry’s seven years at Hogwarts (well, not just like, but you get the general idea), his parents’ entire time at school must have been peppered with tragedy and darkened by the growing force of the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort. Isn’t it sad to think that Harry and Ginny’s children are the first Potters in three generations to have a (relatively) normal, murder- and pureblood mania-free time of education at Hogwarts?
I’ll most likely be posting little things like this as I reread again. I hope you’re all doing well and as always, I’m so happy that people still get a kick out of this blog.
I'm rereading your reread and I'm at the very beginning, at The Vanishing Glass. You mention things like Dean making footballs come in his direction and Hermione changing clocks... It's been my headcanon for a while that 6-year-old Hermione read Matilda and related to her so hard and tried to make books and pencils move (like all of us did after reading Matilda, I'm sure,) except with Hermione of course it actually worked and she just KNEW she was special and it makes me happy to think about. =)
I saw a post like this going around recently and it made me so happy to think about. When I was a kid, I actually wasn’t allowed to read or watch Matilda because of the magic (my family was/is VERY conservative and strictly Christian; I had to hide my Harry Potter books when I first started reading them in high school), and never got around to watching it until about a year ago, and it made me so upset because I identified so much with Matilda and I know that if I’d had access to her story when I was a kid, I wouldn’t have felt so alone during my childhood, and the thought of a young Hermione experiencing that and then making magic of her own and realizing that she was something special brings me so much joy. :) Also, it makes so happy that you’re rereading my blog. I’m so glad people are still getting something out of this!
“‘There are all kinds of courage,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom.’”—I just realized today how much more meaningful this quote is when you remember Dumbledore’s backstory. For years, Albus remained at Gellert Grindelwald’s side even as Grindelwald became more and more corrupt, simply because he was his friend. He turned a blind eye to the immorality of Gellert’s plans. He couldn’t bring himself to stand up to Grindelwald because he didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship. Even as an adult, he didn’t confront Grindelwald until it was nearly too late. Those ten points weren’t awarded to Neville just so Gryffindor would win the house cup. They were awarded because Dumbledore recognized that Neville, at the age of 11, was far braver than the young Albus had ever been. (via cobbledstories)
I'm re-reading Deathly Hallows and reading your posts in between chapters and I miss seeing these on my dash everyday. You brought up so many points that I never would have thought of otherwise. Don't ever delete this blog! :) Hope all is well!
Aww, thank you! It makes me so happy that folks are still getting some mileage out of this blog and my posts. :D I have absolutely no plans of ever deleting, so no worries there. Thanks so much for the message!
What is some of the foreshadowing for the Deathly Hallows? Jo does a lot of foreshadowing and I'm curious to see what hints and clues she left about the three hallows in previous books.
This is a good question! I can’t think of much foreshadowing for the individual Hallows, but here’s what I can recall, and, curiously, it all leads back to Dumbledore, which I suppose makes sense, all things considered: I do think that it’s always been sort of hinted, in a very subtle and easy-to-miss and kind of glossed-over way, that there was something more to the Invisibility Cloak than meets the eye (ha). The fact that Dumbledore had to be the one to give it to Harry because it was “in [his] possession” at the time of James’ death was always pretty odd, especially coupled with the knowledge that Dumbledore doesn’t need an Invisibility Cloak to become invisible, so I feel like that was always leading up to something else, which in this case was Dumbledore studying the Invisibility Cloak to determine if it was, indeed, a Hallow, something that had once been his obsession. That also leads to the Resurrection Stone, which we know was in the ring that Voldemort made into a Horcrux. Although certainly never brought up until the sixth book, I always found it perplexing that Dumbledore put on the ring when he found it and I think Harry wondered about that as well. Dumbledore knew the ring was a Horcrux and still, he placed a ring containing a portion of Voldemort’s soul on his finger. It never made any sense to me until we discover that the stone in the ring was the Resurrection Stone, and obviously, even if Dumbledore hadn’t had a youthful obsession with the Deathly Hallows, there are many people in his life that he would want to see returned to the land of the living. The yearning to see his mother and sister again was so strong that he, more or less, forgot himself. I don’t think there was any foreshadowing for the Elder Wand, though. At least, none that I can remember off the top of my head.
If you like Marauders era and/or Remus/Sirius fic and/or Shoebox Project, I thought you should know (if you don’t already) that the lovely people over at Fuck Yeah SBP is having a Shoebox Project Reread (or just Read, if this would be your first time reading it) this month! It actually began a couple of days ago, but it’s only two chapters to catch up on if you start now. They’re hosting a chat room for folks to pop in and talk about it as they read. More info can be found in this post, which also provides links to the master post/reading schedule and chat room. If you’ve never read SBP before, I highly, highly recommend it if you have any affection whatsoever for the Marauders.
Hi - i have something i have always wondered about. It has plagues me all through my HP life. How come Harry can't see the thestrals when he first comes to Hogwarts? By seing his mothers murder, shouldn't he have been able to see them from the very beginning and not just after Cedrics death?
Jo has said that thestrals are only visible to those who have witnessed death and have been able to process it. Harry was only an infant when he saw his mother die and therefore couldn’t mentally process what he was witnessing. Only when he was a fourteen-year-old witnessing the murder of a fellow student right in front of him could he fully process the concept of death and what was happening before him, allowing him to see thestrals pulling the carriages when he returned to school the following September.
To help answer the Anon question about the Love Room: I heard in an interview that Jo gave on PotterCast back in 2007 that the Love Room had a fountain or well full of Amortentia at its center, and that the Unspeakables in charge of the Love Room would take the potion and study its effects. Hope this helps!
Oh, this is interesting and I’d never heard this before. Thank you!
I just discovered this blog like last week, so I know I'm late to this rereading Harry party, but I have a couple of questions for you. Maybe you have some ideas about these things.
In "Prisoner of Azkaban," Harry finds out that the general population believes that Sirius betrayed James & Lily, therefore causing their deaths. Harry's reaction is something like "I hatehatehate this man & if I ever meet him then I'm gonna kill him! Kill him dead! And it can't happen too soon!" Now, to the best of my knowledge, the first time Harry really learns about a killing spell is in Moody's class in "Goblet of Fire," which happens a whole year after Harry's declaration to kill Sirius. So how exactly did Harry plan on killing Sirius? I have wondered this for years now.
Also, at the end of "Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore tells Harry:
“There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.”
So there is a locked room full of love? How did they manage that? How is love a physical object that can be locked up in a room? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN, I WANT TO KNOW. Seriously, JK, sometimes you write the most confusing things.
PS: I just read your posts on "Order of the Phoenix," and my goodness. Reading about the death of Sirius is honestly like the second time in my life I cried during a book. The first time was "Where the Red Fern Grows." I had never been so attached to a character before. I also cried when Dumbledore, Hedwig, & Fred died. Seriously attached to these characters.
I’m sure Harry had no idea how he planned to kill Sirius Black. I’ve always assumed it was just one of his rage episodes, to be honest. He’s a teenage boy with incalculable anger issues. He probably didn’t know how he was going to exact his revenge but I’m sure it would have involved lots of physical violence, or as McGonagall calls it, “Muggle dueling.”
Yes, there is a locked room of love. The greatest thing about it is that it doesn’t need an explanation at all - it’s the Department of Mysteries! They managed to turn the concept of time into clocks and time turners and that thing that made that one Death Eaters head turn into that of a crying baby; they got the concept of thought by studying brains; undoubtedly they’ve lost a few Unspeakables attempting to study death by way of the veil. I’m not sure how they managed to keep love locked up inside a room, but the fact that it can’t even be studied because the door can’t even be opened, it’s such a powerful force, says more than anything that a physical manifestation of love ever possibly could.
Hm, Okay, this may have been asked before, but it's been irking me- If boggarts have no shape/form until they see someone and transform, then how did Moody know it was a boggart banging around in that cupboard in Sirius's house? Obviously Moody could have seen it, but how could it have seen Moody, since the door was still closed, and how would it have known what to transform into?
I’ve done a bit of research on this so I could give you a better answer than, “I don’t know,” but unfortunately no one else seems to know either. It isn’t that boggarts have no form, though, it’s that no one knows what their original form is because they’re shapeshifters. I read a theory a few times that a boggart’s original form is that of the essence of fear, whatever that may look like, and that Moody’s magical eye could see that and he just figured out that it was a boggart. Personally, I always just thought that the boggart could sense it was being seen and who was looking at it so it shifted into Moody’s worst fear. But there aren’t any firm answers on it that I’ve found so far. Maybe we’ll learn more about it as Pottermore progresses!
I’ve gone through all of the chapter recaps/reviews and linked their respective posts to the chapter titles on the rereading schedule post. Now, if you’re looking for just a specific chapter recap, or if you want to read from the beginning or just from a certain book, you can just go to the schedule post and click through to whichever chapter you want to read. :)
I hope this is the right way to be asking questions. I have a few.
First, I think I have found a sort of loop hole. So in the Epilogue, James comes back and says that Teddy Lupin, Remus and Tonk's son, is on the Hogwarts Express snogging Victoire. I was thinking if the epilogue takes place 19 years later, and Teddy was born just before the war ... wouldn't he be 19 (two years past the graduation age of Hogwarts students)? So for what reason is Teddy on the Express? Did he start Hogwarts late?
Also, after Snape dies, he tells Harry to go to the pensieve, where Harry realizes Snape has been protecting him all this time and has remained loyal to Dumbledore, having a major affect on Harry, and ultimately helping Harry come to the realization that, he is indeed a horcrux. That being said, as Harry opens the snitch and finds the Resurrection Stone, why do you think J.K. Rowling left out Snape? I'd make the assumption that Snape, in the end, was more influential than Lupin. I mean he did name his son after Snape in the end. Just a thought!
I know you sent another message answering the first question you asked, but just in case anyone else was wondering: Teddy was there to see Victoire off to Hogwarts because she’s still in school. I believe it was her last year there.
As for the second one, while it’s true that Snape had an immensely huge part in Harry’s life, namely, you know, helping to keep him alive, I believe that Remus was more influential to Harry’s life because he was really the first father figure that Harry ever had. Remus not only was the first one to instill a love for Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry, which led to his dreams of becoming an Auror, but he also more or less took Harry under his wing during Harry’s third year, including believing in him enough to teach him the Patronus Charm at such a young age. He continued to be a constant source of hope and kindness and honesty for Harry, even after Sirius’ death, even when Remus wasn’t around Harry as much as he had been previously, and Remus proved multiple times that he trusted in Harry just as much as Harry trusted in Remus, in complying with Harry’s wishes that no one in the Order be questioned about a possible betrayal after the Death Eaters knew about them leaving Privet Drive a few days before his birthday (despite his personal disbelief) and in naming Harry the godfather of his son. Snape kept Harry alive because of a promise he made to Dumbledore because of his love for Lily; he still despised Harry and made him miserable throughout his years at Hogwarts. So while Snape’s actions obviously had a major impact on Harry’s life, it was never as if Snape was a father figure to Harry while Snape was alive, or even truly influential on Harry personally in a way that was positive at all.
On The Prince's Tale, what does Dumbledore mean when he said (I think), "...we Sort too soon"? Could it be that Dumbledore thought Snape was sorted in the wrong house or something?
Yes, he says that right after Snape says that he isn’t going to flee when his Dark Mark burns that year, which would indicate Voldemort’s return, like Karkaroff plans to do. Specifically he says something like, “I am not so cowardly as that.” Then Dumbledore observes that Snape is actually a fairly brave man. Considering all that Snape has done for Dumbledore since becoming a double agent way back before Lily and James were killed, it seems pretty natural that he would think Snape should’ve been sorted into a different house than Slytherin. The implication is that Dumbledore thinks Snape should have been a Gryffindor, which I’m sure is just as horrifying to Snape as it would be to Gryffindors.
Okay, this is something that has bothered me ever since I read the last book and I want to know how you feel about it...if Harry's cloak is an infallible hallow, why was Mad Eye Moody's eye able to see through it in Goblet of Fire? Whoever made the eye wouldn't have access to that specific cloak to make sure it can see through it, and nothing else affects the cloak...
I know that's nitpicky as all hell...I JUST HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.
I don’t really have a satisfying answer to this, unfortunately. This detail doesn’t bother me because Moody’s magical eye is the only thing that can see through the otherwise truly invisible Invisibility Cloak. I’d imagine that a magical eye like Moody’s is extremely rare, possibly even one of a kind like the Cloak, so when the Cloak was created it’s possible that magical eyes weren’t taken into account.
There's a few things I've always wondered about and I wanted to get your opinion. In the 7th book when Harry&Gang are looking for the diadem in the Room of Requirement, do you think the room would have been damaged by the Fiendfyre? I can't remember when in the books but Hermione says that in order to destroy a horcrux it must be beyond all magical repair. I mean, if it can destroy a horcurx, do you think the room could survive?
The other thing I can't figure out is, in Snape's memories, when he is in Dumbledore's office and Snape casts a patronus, why does he cast the patronus? In the movie they show the scene in the forest of dean right afterwards, but it can't be then because Dumbledore was dead long before that. Thoughts?
I know that Ron said in the book that it was possible the Room of Requirement couldn’t be accessed again because one form of it (the Room of Hidden Things, where Harry found the diadem and Draco had been working on the Vanishing Cabinet) had been destroyed by the Fiendfyre. As far as I know, there hasn’t been any last word from Jo on whether or not the Room of Requirement was permanently destroyed, but I do imagine that it would be severely damaged, at the very least, and if not lost forever, at least it would probably be more difficult to access it than it as before.
Snape casts his Patronus in Dumbledore’s office to show Dumbledore, without words, that it isn’t Harry he cares about, as Dumbledore asked, but Lily, still, “after all this time.” I figure it was something he couldn’t or didn’t want to say in words, so in frustration with both Dumbledore and himself, he cast a Patronus as an explanation.
Ohhh dear. The words I have for you. This blog has totally just turned the 6th and 7th books into a whole new experience for me. You have seriously just helped me see the depth and complexity in all the characters that I never really saw before. Thank you for renewing my love for HP!! And also giving me something to do instead of crying in the fetal position on my bed because it's all over :'(
Hi there, first of all, I love your blog :) Grants me so much more appreciation for J.K. Rowling's awesomeness.
Anyway, I'm here to talk about Occlumency. I mean I'm pretty sure people thought of this, but I just wanna know if you agree with this. Harry was only able to distant his mind from Voldemort because he was grieving (or according to Dumbles, loving through grieving) for Dobby. Now after I fully absorbed this fact, I only realized that, the only reason that Snape was so good at occlumency, was because he was always always always in love and grieve for Lily.
Seriously, love is so powerful.
I had really never thought of that before! Personally I think that it’s very likely that Snape was incredibly gifted at Occlumency already, but this is also an entirely plausible factor in his tremendous success as a double agent.
To be honest I just found your blog tonight but I. Love. It!!!!! i have been sitting here for about 3 hours reading all your comments of the 7th book. Your are hilarious and very perceptive. I loved the connection with the three brothers. Do you think the 2nd brotheris snape or dumbledore, i guess it could be both. I was very depressed after the 7th movie, cause i didnt really know what to do but after readiing this I hacve relived some of my joys reading the books, and found new wonders from your ideas of the books too. Thankyou! I was wondering if you knew, why didnt harry try to use the time turner (hermione used it is POA) to bring back sirius???? also, nd i know this is a difficult question (and maybe inanswerable), but is harry your favourite character? I love snape and dubledore and doby, but to me harry is the main hero, the saviour (and I
think j.k. put him in that light), and as it is his journey we follow throughout the books, and while other charcters reveal themselves amazing, it is harry who we want to succeed.
Thank you! I’m glad you found it. To answer your questions, I think the second brother really could represent either Snape or Dumbledore, though I hadn’t thought about it representing Dumbledore before. It does fit, though, considering how Dumbledore got his hand cursed in the first place. Harry couldn’t use a time turner in the fifth or sixth books to try to brick back Sirius because they were all destroyed at the battle at the Department of Mysteries in the time room, and Hermione no longer had hers because she gave it back to Professor McGonagall at the end of PoA. Finally, Harry is not my favorite character, but I do love him a lot. :)
Hii, first off, I love your blog. I reread the whole series as well and every time I finished a chapter I looked to see what you posted :) After rereading, I wanted to get your opinion on something. In the Epilogue, when james says that he saw teddy lupin kissing Victoire, their cousin apparently, who is Victoire?? When I read this for the first time I thought it was maybe dudley's daughter! But I dont know, whats your opinion?
Victoire is Bill and Fleur’s daughter and James’ cousin on Ginny’s side. Her name is French for “victory” and according to her page on the Harry Potter Wiki site, she was born on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.
I think I read somewhere that Hugo was named after one of Hermione's favourite authors, Victor Hugo. Not sure if it's true or just a rumor or someone's fanon, but yeah. If it is true, I can see why his name wasn't Victor; Ron wouldn't have liked that. xD
I feel immensely said that this blog has come to the end. *sniffs* It has been great reading this since it made me think of things I haven't before. :)
Hmm, I could believe that. On a personal side note that’s only vaguely related: one of my best friends has a goldfish named Hugo because it’s the son of a goldfish that was named Ron.
Thank you so much for reading here! I’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed it. :)
Albus’s voice drifted back to Harry over the surrounding clamor; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.
“I won’t! I won’t be in Slytherin!”
Oh, kid, this is something you’re really going to have to get over.
"Parked all right, then?" Ron asked Harry. "I did. Hermione didn’t believe I could pass a Muggle driving test, did you? She thought I’d have to Confund the examiner."
“No, I didn’t,” said Hermione, “I had complete faith in you.”
“As a matter of fact, I did Confund him,” Ron whispered to Harry, as together they lifted Albus’s trunk and owl onto the train. “I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let’s face it, I can use a Supersensory Charm for that.”
Damn, Tumblr. Ron has become a great wizard. Do you think he even knew what a Supersensory Charm was while they were camping around the British countryside? I would guess not. I’m just so proud!
"If you’re not in Gryffindor, we’ll disinherit you," said Ron, "but no pressure."
Lily and Hugo laughed, but Albus and Rose looked solemn.
“He doesn’t mean it,” said Hermione and Ginny, but Ron was no longer paying attention.
Ron, you are going to give them a complex. Also, I’ve always been fond of the thought that neither Rose nor Albus were in Gryffindor. I like to think that Rose was sorted into Ravenclaw and Albus decided to request to be put in Slytherin after all. That’s just my personal canon until otherwise corrected, of course.
Draco Malfoy was standing there with his wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to his throat. His hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry. Draco caught sight of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again.
I remember reading after this book was first released Jo saying somewhere that after the war, Draco and Harry like, sat down and had a brief, awkward conversation where they acknowledged what the other did for them during the war (Harry saving Draco’s life a few times, Draco not giving them up in Malfoy Manor, and Draco’s mother saving Harry by lying to Voldemort, etc.) and said their appropriate and necessary thank you’s and parted ways and after that, they obviously weren’t friends but they also didn’t get into fights every time they happen to see each other anywhere. It makes me happy. I don’t know. I love the Malfoys, Tumblr. You know this by now.
"So that’s little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath.
Dude, haters gonna hate, but I think Scorpius is an awesome name.
"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother’s brains."
“Ron, for heaven’s sake,” said Hermione, half stern, half amused. “Don’t try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school!”
“You’re right, sorry,” said Ron, but unable to help himself, he added, “Don’t get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood.”
I also like to think that Rose and Albus and Scorpius were all sort of friends, insufferable though Scorpius surely was. I mean, Jo has said that he was better than Draco, so it makes sense to me. Plus it has the added benefit in my brain of requiring their parents to sit awkwardly together while their kids play and stuff. HILARIOUS.
“Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing—”
“You interrupted them?” said Ginny. “You are so like Ron—”
“—and he said he’d come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He’s snogging her!” James added as though worried he had not made himself clear.
This James Potter sounds just as obnoxious and ridiculous as the first James Potter. No wonder he gives his brother, Albus Severus, such a hard time.
"Don’t forget to give Neville our love!" Ginny told James as she hugged him.
“Mum! I can’t give a professor love!”
“But you know Neville—”
James rolled his eyes.
“Outside, yeah, but at school he’s Professor Longbottom, isn’t he?”
I HOPE HARRY’S CHILDREN WORSHIP NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM AS A GOD.
"Bye, Al," said Harry as his son hugged him. "Don’t forget Hagrid’s invited you to tea next Friday. Don’t mess with Peeves. Don’t duel anyone till you’ve learned how. And don’t let James wind you up."
Hahahaha I love that Harry advises Al not to duel with anyone until he’s learned how. Remember that time Draco tricked Harry and Ron into a midnight duel during the first year? Brilliant. NO, I AM NOT WEEPING.
"Albus Severus," Harry said quietly…."
This is just The Worst Name. I want to know what Harry had to do to get Ginny to agree to name her son Albus Severus. I’m thinking some sort of Confunding was involved but I also think Ginny would make him pay for that. But then, Ron named his son Hugo, so maybe this is just the generation of unfortunate names.
"…you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
“But just say—”
“—then Slytherin House will have gained an excellent student, won’t it? It doesn’t matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you’ll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account.”
“It did for me,” said Harry.
He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Albus’s face when he said it.
It’s interesting to me that he chooses to share this secret with Albus. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing he would necessarily intend to keep as a super secret fact or anything, but the fact that Albus knows he’s the only one of his siblings to know this information about their father is clearly very meaningful to him, and it’s why it’s my personal canon that Al asks the Sorting Hat to put him into Slytherin. I think knowing that his dad could’ve been placed in Slytherin and simply chose Gryffindor would give him the courage to choose to be different than the rest of his family.
As an aside, I wonder how much Harry and Ginny and Ron and Hermione have told their kids about Hogwarts. Mostly because their years at Hogwarts were particularly punctuated with EXTREMELY WEIRD AND CREEPY AND SCARY SHIT, so I feel like any extensive trips down memory lane for them would lead their children to believe that Hogwarts is a place where Exciting Things Happen All the Time, and then they would get there, and of course it is exciting, but significantly less so than they’d anticipated. I wonder if they ever feel a little disappointed.
"Why are they all staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
“Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”
Oh, Ronald. ♥
The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.
Number of Times I Teared Up During This Chapter: 7 Number of Post-It Flags Used During This Chapter: 14 Total Number of Times I Teared Up During Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: 112 Total Number of Post-It Flags Used During Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: 440
Total Number of Times I Teared Up During This Reread of the Harry Potter Series: 278 Total Number of Post-It Flags Used During This Reread of the Harry Potter Series: 1,703
I just want to end this all by saying thank you. Thank you for following, thank you for reading, thank you for the encouraging words and questions and comments. When I started this, I wasn’t expecting anyone but a handful of my friends to follow or read it. I never thought it would get to over 300 followers. I never thought that one chapter recap would get over 150 notes in one night. I never thought I would get messages from strangers voicing their agreements and disagreements, laughter and tears, heartbreak and excitement along with me. I’m a painfully self-aware person, and I know that if I didn’t have you all as motivation, I wouldn’t have followed through with this project. I probably wouldn’t have gotten very far into the second book without knowing that I had faithful readers enjoying what I was doing and waiting for my next post.
So thank you, whether you found this blog way back in January or just today or sometime in between. Thank you for taking this journey with me. I appreciate each and every one of you. If you’d like to follow me on my personal Tumblr, I can be found here. I don’t promise to follow back and you’re in no way obligated to follow me there at all either. In addition to Harry Potter stuff and Sylvia Plath quotes, I post a lot of things relating to TV shows I love (Parks and Recreation, Doctor Who, Community, Modern Family, and Glee are ones that come to mind right now), movies I like (I reblog everything having to do with Jurassic Park), pictures of libraries and cool tattoos, plus some feminism and firmly-on-the-left political stuff. So there’s that.
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I saw the double screening as well, its really good, but i spent the whole of part 1 fidgeting in my seat because the excitement and anticipation for part 2 was too much to handle! It was brilliant by the way (: and as said before, make sure you have tissue's with you, they will be needed. Your blog is brilliant by the way, will it continue after part 2?
I expect I’ll spend Part 1 doing pretty much the same, maybe with some snacking as well, haha. I’ve been at work all day and haven’t really had a chance to properly process it, though I have been tearing up at random for the past few days. I think my body is preparing for the onslaught of ALL MY CREYS.
This blog won’t continue much past tonight. I’m about to post the epilogue recap and a final song, and if I receive any more messages that pertain to the books and aren’t just asking what I thought of something in the movie(s), I will probably answer them publicly here. Otherwise, today is the end.
Nah. If I do, it will be on my personal Tumblr and not here, only because this one was strictly for the books. Also if I do, it will have to be after I’ve seen it two or three times so I can have a reaction other than hysterical sobbing. :)
Sorry for posting again. I just have so much to say to you!! Firstly, "I sincerely hope that Neville just spent like a year getting laid after this. For real. He deserves it." -- LMAO That's awesome. Neville is such a motherfuckin BAMF
One thing I wish you would have included in this was the part where Harry goes "You still dont get it, Riddle, do you?" because I think that no matter the context, this will hold true. Voldemort just doesnt get it. He doesnt understand life. He's honestly stupid. The thirst for power has made him honestly stupid and he can't understand how having all the power in the world still probably wouldnt be enough.
And finally. Before this all ends tomorrow (*SOB*) I just want to say that I have followed you for a while now. I think since ToOTP and honestly I printed some of your reviews off so I could read them during class! I love that you have the same appreciation as I do :D I reread random parts of the books every now and then and I catch myself commenting like you do :D! It's just been wonderful. I cant believe it's over!!
The only reason I didn’t include that bit was because I included the quote where Harry said, “You don’t learn from your mistakes, do you?” and I thought that covered the whole situation. You’d really think Voldemort would have learned about the power of self-sacrificing love by now, all things considered, but he’ll just never get it.
Thank you so much for reading for so long! Ugh, I can’t believe this is it either.
Can I just say that I am SOOO glad you also see the raging douche bags that were James and Sirius. Honestly. In TOoTP, I'm not sure if you chose this excerpt but it says "What was making Harry feel so horrified and unhappy was not being shouted at or having jars thrown at him -- it was that he knew how it felt to be humiliated in the middle of a circle of onlookers, knew exactly how Snape had felt as his father had taunted him, and that judging from what he had seen, his father had been every bit as arrogant as Snape had always told him." And this is so true! This was a realization for me, as well. James and Sirius were bullies. They were. They had no right to treat people the way they did. And as much as Remus knew it was wrong, he didnt do anything about it either. Snape knew what was up.
Exactly! James and Sirius were obnoxious bullies who treated people like shit because they got a laugh out of it. Lily and Snape recognized this and I’m sure there were lots of other students who did as well but just didn’t bother to say anything because it seemed like so many people worshiped James and Sirius. They were smart and talented and good-looking, and it’s clear that they had the capacity to be really funny even when they weren’t being assholes to people who weren’t as cool as they were, but they came into Hogwarts as arrogant jerks and remained so for most of their time there. I do love James and Sirius, but it’s important to recognize them for what they were. I also don’t excuse Snape’s tendency towards the Dark Arts as just being because of the way he was treated by them during his time in school, not at all, because he alone was responsible for the choices he made, but while it’s not an excuse, it’s certainly a good explanation for much of Snape’s character.
I've been following this blog since March and uuggh I can't believe it's almost over :( I've enjoyed every minute of reading this, though, so thank you for starting it in the first place -- we share so many opinions on things! :)
I can’t believe it either! Tomorrow’s just the epilogue. Where did all that time go?!
Thank you so much for reading and following for so long! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have! :)
Holy fuck, this is the last actual chapter. Tomorrow’s only the epilogue! Holy fuck.
"My Lord…my Lord…”
It was Bellatrix’s voice, and she spoke as if to a lover.
Bellatrix, you need to calm down. Severely.
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.
“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?”
The whisper was barely audible; her lops were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
“Yes,” he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
“He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
Can we all just take a fucking minute to fully appreciate what Narcissa is doing? She just lied to Voldemort to his face. She is a motherfucking heroine.
Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew that the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won.
Narcissa has not cared whether Voldemort wins for at least two years. I mean, at least. And to be honest, I would argue that Lucius and Draco don’t care either. They are on their own side.
"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him."
Did Voldemort really think that anyone in Hogwarts right now would believe this? These people have gone to school with Harry Potter for seven years. Harry Potter is a lot of things, but he is not a person who runs away from a fight. If anything, he runs towards it. So this has always just struck me as hilarious.
The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.
"Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing, ever but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"
“He beat you!” yelled Ron, and the charm broke, and the defenders of Hogwarts were shouting and screaming again….
Oh, Ronald Weasley, you amazing person.
"But you are a pureblood, aren’t you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, empty hands curled in fists.
“So what if I am?” said Neville loudly.
“You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom.”
“I’ll join you when hell freezes over,” said Neville. “Dumbledore’s Army!”
I feel so personally insulted every time I read Voldemort offering Neville a place in the Death Eater ranks. I mean, I feel deeply offended. And then I feel outrageously victorious when Neville tells him to go fuck himself.
In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon him; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handled—
The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake’s head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort’s mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake’s body thudded to the ground at his feet—
LIKE A BOSS
Chaos reigned. The charging centaurs were scattering the Death Eaters, everyone was fleeing the giants’ stamping feet, and nearer and nearer thundered the reinforcements that had come from who knew where….
Oh and who came back with reinforcements? THE SLYTHERINS. You’re welcome.
The house-elves of Hogwarts swarmed into the entrance hall, screaming and waving carving knives and cleavers, and at their head, the locket of Regulus Black bouncing on his chest, was Kreacher, his bullfrog’s voice audible even above this din: “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight”
KREACHER, YOU GLORIOUS HOUSE-ELF, I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU.
Harry saw Yaxley slammed to the floor by George and Lee Jordan, saw Dolohov fall with a scream at Flitwick’s hands, saw Walden Macnair thrown across the room by Hagrid, hit the stone wall opposite, and slide unconscious to the ground. He saw Ron and Neville bringing down Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth Stunning Rookwood, Arthur and Percy flooring Thicknesse….
This is some serious battle shit. And I do have to say that I love the poetic justice of Hagrid knocking out Macnair, who was going to execute Buckback way back in book three, and Arthur and Percy teaming up to take out the Minister of Magic.
…and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy running through the crowd, not even attempting to fight, screaming for their son.
LOOK AT ALL THE FUCKS THEY GIVE!
Bellatrix was still fighting too, fifty yards away from Voldemort, and like her master she dueled three at once: Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, all battling their hardest, but Bellatrix was equal to them….
The first time I read this, I remember suddenly being so fucking terrified. I’m pretty sure I threw the book at the foot of my bed and yelled, “OH MY GOD HERMIONE OR GINNY OR LUNA IS GOING TO DIE MAKE IT STOP.”
…but Harry’s attention was diverted as a Killing Curse shot to close to Ginny that she missed death by an inch—
He changed course, running at Bellatrix rather than Voldemort, but before he had gone a few steps he was knocked sideways.
“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”
Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of her new challenger.
“OUT OF MY WAY!” shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed and twirled, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered and became a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the witches’ feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting to kill.
“No!” Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid. “Get back! Get back! She is mine!”
I’m going to be honest—I have never been more thrilled and frightened than I was the first time I read this. If there’s one thing you learn from the first six and a half books, it’s do not mess with a Weasley or Molly will get you, am I right? And here she is proving that to such an extended point, holy shit, what a BAMF.
Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did.
Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.
Bellatrix’s gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: For the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.
"You don’t learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"
“Yes, I dare,” said Harry.
I love Harry’s fearlessly bold, nothing-to-lose warrior of wits self. He is phenomenal.
"Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle…."
“What is this?”
Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw the skin around his eyes whiten.
“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….”
And then he dares Voldemort to feel remorse! Goddamn, Harry Potter!
"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy."
This is still hilarious to me. He was the master of this all powerful wand for almost a year! And he had no idea! Can you imagine his reaction when he found this out? Just beautiful.
"We duel on skill alone…and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy…."
Ahahahahahaha. Voldemort thinks Narcissa and Lucius would let him anywhere near their son. That’s so cute.
A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand:
God, and I love—love—that Harry defeated Voldemort without actually killing him. It’s so vital to who Harry is that he doesn’t seek to hurt to kill anyone, just to protect himself and others. I was so worried for the longest time that he would have to do that, and how he would find it within himself to actually use the Killing Curse, and this was so satisfying and good and wonderful and perfect.
Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their airs that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him.
After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna.
“I’d want some peace and quiet, if it were me,” she said.
“I’d love some,” he replied.
“I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.”
Luna Lovegood: still the Greatest Ever.
He saw Neville, the sword of Gryffindor lying beside his plate as he ate, surrounded by a knot of fervent admirers.
I sincerely hope that Neville just spent like a year getting laid after this. For real. He deserves it.
Along the aisle between the tables he walked, and he spotted the three Malfoys, huddled together as though unsure whether or not they were supposed to be there….
Forever my favorite family. Forever. I seriously would bet anything that once they returned to the Manor, they spent like three months just never leaving and being in sight of each other as often as possible and being more affectionate and occasionally crying because holy god, they need so much therapy, but mostly hugging.
He had one, brief glimpse of the stone Pensieve on the desk where he had left it, and then an earsplitting noise made him cry out, thinking of curses and returning Death Eaters and the rebirth of Voldemort—
But it was applause. All around the walls, the headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts were giving him a standing ovation….
But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster’s chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry with the same balm as the phoenix song.
"I know it’s powerful," said Harry wearily. "But I was happier with mine. So…"
He rummaged in the pouch hung around his neck, and pulled out the two halves of holly still just connected by the finest thread of phoenix feather. Hermione had said that they could not be repaired, that the damage was too severe. All he knew was that if this did not work, nothing would.
He laid the broken wand upon the headmaster’s desk, touched it with the very tip of the Elder Wand, and said, “Reparo.”
As his wand resealed, red sparks flew out of its end. Harry new that he had succeeded. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as though wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.
"That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Yeah, Harry, you are totally going to go home and take up gardening and not do anything dangerous for the rest of your life, like become an Auror or anything, right? RIGHT?
Number of Times I Teared Up During This Chapter: 2 Number of Post-It Flags Used During This Chapter: 29
In your Dursley's departing chapter, I thought your personal canon was the cutest thing! I really had a new respect for Dudley after that chapter too. :P
And also, according to Harry Potter Wiki that "The cousins eventually reconciled as adults, remaining on "Christmas card terms" and visiting each other occasionally. At these times, Harry's three children and Dudley's children would all play together while their fathers would sit together quietly."
That's so like them! The awkwardness and all. It's kinda cute. :P (You may know this already, but I just wanted to share :P)
And you're Forest Again chapter. Ohmygosh, it was brilliantly done! Like wow. that comparison with Snape, Harry and Voldemort and the Three Brothers just blew me away. It was brilliant. As always, I love your blog! :D
Ooh, I’d read that they sent each other Christmas cards but I didn’t know that they occasionally visited each other. That’s seriously amusing to me. I bet it was so awkward if/when Dudley visited Harry and met Ginny and Hermione and Ron, too. Wow. Thank you for sharing that! And thanks for the kind words! :)
And finally, for a thankfully much less emotionally-draining chapter.
A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface. Therefore he had a sense of touch, and the thing against which he lay existed too.
Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he was naked. Convinced as he was on his total solitude, this did not concern him, though it did intrigue him slightly. He wondered whether, as he could feel, he would be able to see. In opening them, he discovered that he had eyes.
I love this description of Harry’s slow realizations! It’s all so charming and warm and such a dramatic change from what the past few chapters have been like.
He recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.
Ugh, Tom Riddle’s unwanted soul. This is so upsetting. And honestly, the first time I read this book, I had to read this chapter twice before moving on because I could not for the life of me figure out what the fuck this thing was supposed to be the first time through. It makes perfect sense now, though, and it’s seriously heartbreaking.
He was distracted by the whimpering and thumping of the agonized creature behind them and glanced back at it yet again.
“Are you sure we can’t do anything?”
“There is no help possible.”
Even more touching is that Harry wants to help it. That’s such a wonderful metaphor and a great lead up to Harry offering Voldemort the chance to apologize and feel remorse for all the evil he’s done, to put himself back together if he wants.
"And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.”
I love the mention of loyalty as being one of the concepts that has a power beyond Voldemort’s. We know all about love, and some about innocence because it’s so connected with love and Harry’s own life, but loyalty as this type of power hasn’t been explored as much. It makes me think of Neville now, who, even after believing that Harry was dead, remained loyal to Harry enough to resist Voldemort and, ending up with a flaming hat stuck over his head, showed loyalty to Hogwarts and Dumbledore and Gryffindor enough to retrieve Gryffindor’s sword from the hat to kill Nagini, as he’d promised Harry.
I am pretty fucking excited for that part tomorrow.
"King’s Cross station!" Dumbledore was chuckling immoderately. "Good gracious, really?"
“Well, where do you think we are?” asked Harry, a little defensively.
“My dear boy, I have no idea. This is, as they say, your party.”
Harry had no idea what this mean; Dumbledore was being infuriating.
Oh, so as usual, then?
"The Deathly Hallows," he said, and he was glad to see that the words wiped the smile from Dumbledore’s face.
“Ah, yes,” he said. He even looked a little worried.
For the first time since Harry had met Dumbledore, he looked less than an old man, much less. He looked fleetingly like a small boy caught in wrongdoing.
“Can you forgive me?” he said. “Can you forgive me for not trusting you? For not telling you? Harry, I only feared that you would fail as I had failed. I only dreaded that you would make my mistakes. I crave your pardon, Harry. I have known, for some time now, that you are the better man.”
Fuck. It’s just so unsettling to see Dumbledore like this, his need to be reassured that he’s not as bad as Voldemort, that he’s only human, that he’s forgiven by the one who matters the most. Any anger Harry still held against Dumbledore over never being told the whole story and the complete truth faded away at this, because how could it not? I know mine did.
"Did I know, in my heart of hearts, what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eyes. If the plans we were making came to fruition, all my dreams would come true."
I genuinely don’t remember if I’ve said this before in an earlier recap, so bear with me if you’ve read this before, but: I remember the first time I read this book, learning all this horrible stuff about Dumbledore, and I remember thinking that I really needed a good reason for Dumbledore to have fallen for all of this with Grindelwald back in the day, a reason better than “he was young and more impressionable” or anything like that. And then, reading this part, I thought, “Oh, Dumbledore was in love with him!” And it made so much sense. It was the only thing that made sense. And months later when Jo outed Dumbledore, I was just so surprised at how many readers were shocked at the news that Dumbledore was gay. It just seemed odd to me that so many people had no problem accepting that Dumbledore was so easily swayed into this anti-Muggle line of thinking for no reason other than he was young and emotionally vulnerable. I mean, of course Dumbledore was in love with Grindelwald. Of course he was.
"You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."
LOVE. THIS. I love that mastering death doesn’t mean conquering it, overpowering it and never dying, as Voldemort has always thought, but that it means to accept it as an inevitability and to know that one can suffer so much more while living than in death. In this way, Harry has always been the master of death, and that is so poetic and beautiful.
"I’ve got to go back, haven’t I?"
“That is up to you.”
“I’ve got a choice?”
“Oh yes.” Dumbledore smiles at him. “We are in King’s Cross, you say? I think that if you decided not to go back, you would be able to…let’s say…board a train.”
“And where would it take me?”
“On,” said Dumbledore simply.
It’s so fantastic that Harry has a genuine choice here, and it isn’t incredibly easy to make. He could go on, as Dumbledore says, and be free of suffering and pain for all eternity. Going back means returning to hurt and emotional scars that never quite heal and dealing with the loss of people he loves. The fact that he is presented with the choice and chooses to return just makes it clear how great of a person he really is.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."
This is possibly my favorite thing Dumbledore ever says in the entire series.
Harry nodded and sighed. Leaving this place would not be nearly as hard as walking into the forest had been, but it was warm and light and peaceful here, and he knew that he was heading back to pain and the fear of more less.
Exactly. But he doesn’t return for himself—as usual, he’s not thinking at all of himself in this decision. He chooses to return to finish off Voldemort for good, to ensure that others don’t suffer at Voldemort’s hands.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
Number of Times I Teared Up During This Chapter: 3 Number of Post-It Flags Used During This Chapter: 12
I'm so late in realizing this tumblr existed, but can I just say I love how much you love Dean Thomas? I'm also sad we didn't get to learn more about him (though it's totes understandable that Jo needed to develop Neville more. But still.) and I swear I'm the only one who was upset he was cut out of DH Part 1. Le sigh.
Anyways. Your commentary is hilarious and glorious. Cheers. :)
I love Dean so much! I’m always happy to meet a fellow Dean fan. I definitely understand why his story had to be edited from the books but I do hope we get more of it from Pottermore.
I love the comparison of Harry, Snape and Voldemort to the three Peverell brothers. I'd never seen it, but it seems to just make perfect sense!
Also, I cried reading this summary :'P
I’m sure there are still a few graphics going around Tumblr making the connections. I just saw one a few days ago but, of course, I can’t remember where now.
"I love the choice to show the common thread among Harry and Voldemort and Snape in this unlikely moment. I believe that the three of them are meant to represent the three brothers in Beedle the Bard’s Tale—Voldemort dying trying to achieve ultimate power, Snape dying for a lost love, and Harry, I know I’ve mentioned before, living a long life and greeting death as old friends—"
My head exploded.
You just killed me. I never thought about that.
To be honest, I might not have made the connection if I hadn’t seen a few graphics going around Tumblr awhile back drawing the parallels. Credit where credit’s due!
Holy wow, last night’s post currently has 152 notes. That’s. Wow. And this blog also reached 302 followers! How exciting! Thank you so much, everyone! Let’s get today’s chapter recapped, shall we?
Finally, the truth.
Something that’s always struck me about what Snape shared with Harry is that he didn’t have to tell Harry that entire story. He was only instructed to tell Harry the important stuff, that he had to die and why, etc. Snape had no obligation or instruction to explain to Harry his history with Harry’s mother, or anything else about his own life, but he did. He chose to tell Harry the full story, all in one go, and no one can argue that that’s more than Dumbledore ever did.
Lying with his face pressed into the dusty carpet of the office where he had once thought he was learning the secrets of victory, Harry understood at last that he was not supposed to survive. His job was to walk calmly into Death’s welcoming arms. Along the way, he was to dispose of Voldemort’s remaining links to life, so that when at last he flung himself across Voldemort’s path, and did not raise a wand to defend himself, the end would be clean, and the job that ought to have been done in Godric’s Hollow would be finished: Neither would live, neither would survive.
So beautiful. It’s just a beautiful, simplistic and elegant narrative.
Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved….He envied even his parents’ deaths now. This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery.
It’s so important that this was pointed out to the readers. Willingly walking to one’s own death….that takes such a different brand of courage than dying in battle, than sacrificing one’s self to save another. For Harry to realize this and, in the same second, embrace it, is a new form of bravery in its own right.
Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?
Remember waaaaaaay back when I first started this blog, when I was introducing myself a little before I began the first chapter of the first book, and I said that I was never fond of Harry, never loved him and rarely liked him until one moment in the final book? This is that moment. I fell in love with Harry in this moment and I will never be able to articulate why, but I love him more every time I read it and it makes me cry.
Ron and Hermione seemed a long way away, in a far-off country; he felt as though he had parted from them long ago. There would be no good-byes and no explanations, he was determined of that.
It’s understandable that Harry wouldn’t want to explain or say good-bye to Ron and Hermione, but it still breaks my heart every time I read this. Imagine how Ron and Hermione would have felt if he had actually died.
His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to fulfill a lifetime’s beats before the end.
Colin Creevey, though underage, must have sneaked back just as Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had done. He was tiny in death.
FUCKING FUCK. I forget that this is coming every fucking time. This is such a slap in the face. I’d forgotten Colin Creevey even fucking existed for like three books and now he’s dead and tiny still and it’s not fucking fair.
"Just in case they’re—busy—and you get the chance—"
“Kill the snake?”
“Kill the snake,” Harry repeated.
“All right, Harry, You’re okay, are you?”
“I’m fine. Thanks, Neville.”
But Neville seized his wrist as Harry made to move on.
“We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?”
Neville Longbottom, you are a big damn hero.
But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here….
I love the choice to show the common thread among Harry and Voldemort and Snape in this unlikely moment. I believe that the three of them are meant to represent the three brothers in Beedle the Bard’s Tale—Voldemort dying trying to achieve ultimate power, Snape dying for a lost love, and Harry, I know I’ve mentioned before, living a long life and greeting death as old friends—and to show this similarity, that the three of them were all abandoned and unloved and alone until they found a home in Hogwarts, and this is where it’s ended for Snape and about to end for Voldemort, and this is where it’s just beginning for Harry, really—fuck, it’s just gorgeous.
He could no longer control his own trembling. It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
He pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, “I am about to die.”
God, this. Just the act of saying those words aloud. You can think something all you want inside your head, but the moment you speak it out loud, it takes on so much more meaning and you can fully feel the weight of the words in your chest all of a sudden, in the air around you, pressing down, and for Harry to be alone, completely alone, and say this, even in just a whisper, even just to himself—it’s so heavy.
James was exactly the same height as Harry. He was wearing the clothes in which he had died, and his hair was untidy and ruffled, and his glasses were a little lopsided, like Mr. Weasley’s.
Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.
Lupin was younger too, and much less shabby, and his hair was thicker and darker. He looked happy to be back in this familiar place, scene of so many adolescent wanderings.
Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.
I can’t, Tumblr. I just can’t. I love these people, I love them so much, and they’re here to fetch Harry into death, and it’s awful. Everything is awful.
"Does it hurt?"
The childish question had fallen from Harry’s lips before he could stop it.
“Dying? Not at all,” said Sirius. “Quicker and easier than falling asleep.”
I like that it was Sirius who answered this question. It could have just as easily been any of the others, but I like to think that it means a little extra something coming from Sirius, because I think it’s important for Harry to know that Sirius didn’t suffer or feel pain when he did.
"I didn’t want you to die," Harry said. These words came without his volition. "Any of you. I’m sorry—"
Of course he didn’t, and they all know this, of course they know this, but it’s so important to Harry to say this out loud, to make sure it’s said, because he doesn’t just feel this way about his parents and Remus and Sirius—it’s Fred, it’s Mad-Eye, it’s Hedwig, it’s Colin, it’s Tonks, it’s everyone in the school, it’s Dumbledore, it’s Snape. Harry didn’t want any of them to die for him, and I honestly believe he’ll be carrying the apology to all of them within him forever, but it’s something he needed to say when he could, just bubbling under the surface for years.
"You’ll stay with me?"
“Until the very end,” said James.
“They won’t be able to see you?” asked Harry.
“We are part of you,” said Sirius.
He saw Lucius Malfoy, who looked defeated and terrified, and Narcissa, whose eyes were sunken and full of apprehension.
I would bet anything that Lucius is just thinking the worst right now, sure that his son is dead, and that even if Voldemort and the Death Eaters win this war, Lucius is going to hate everything about his life because he won’t have anything to truly live for. Narcissa, on the other hand, though obviously still fearful, I think has hope. And if all else fails, I don’t doubt that she’s preparing to kill every single one of the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself if she finds that Draco has died while Voldemort’s been fucking around in the forest. There is nothing she wouldn’t do anymore.
"Harry Potter," [Voldemort] said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived."
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.
Number of Times I Teared Up During This Chapter: 15 Number of Post-It Flags Used During This Chapter: 18
lol at how this blog has become jeri rereads harry potter (and jessie trolls the ask box).
AND JUST SO THIS IS EVEN SLIGHTLY RELEVANT: tell me, pumpkin, what do YOU think would have happened had snape ended up in gryffindor instead?
It’s all because I’m just not ready to go to bed yet!
GOOD QUESTION. I think that James and Sirius still would have been assholes to him, because that’s who they are/were, but I think there would have been at least one or two people who would’ve stood up for Snape by virtue of him being a fellow Gryffindor. He wouldn’t have gotten mixed up in the Death Eater crowd, obviously, but I honestly don’t know whether he and Lily ever would’ve been more than friends or not. I do believe that his view on Muggle-borns and Muggles would have most likely evolved into a more positive place as there would be no negative energy feeding those beliefs, which are still malleable when one is that young. Most importantly, though, I think he would have found friends, true friends who aren’t out to use him and genuinely look out for him, and that would have made one less lonely boy out of him.
You are so perfect.
“My word, Severus, that I shall never reveal the best of you?”
That quote always makes me cry like a baby.
I feel so bad for both of them. They're the only two people who know who Snape truly.
Snape needed a Tumblr or some shit.
Oh my god, I bet he would post a different version of “Hallelujah” every other day and keep his ask box turned off and reblog a fuckton of Sylvia Plath quotes. (For the record, I am not dissing Sylvia Plath or those who reblog a fuckton of her quotes. I reblog a fuckton of her quotes. I also love any and all version of “Hallelujah.”)