What ever happened to that green flame torch?

Jun 29, 2004 10:20

Large news from The Leaky: JKR has posted the title of the sixth book behind that blame door that won't open. Apparently somebody managed it, bless them, so the word is out: Concealed here for your, um, nonspoilerness. Spoilerlessment? Despoilerity.



Book Six will be titled Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

I don't really like the name, but that's not the point. The title is the clue to content. JKR has said specifically that the title character is neither Harry nor Voldemort. So the question is: Who is the half-blood prince?

Unfortunately, Neville, Draco and Ron are all disqualified for their pure blood.

Of the main characters, the only other known half-bloods are Dean, Seamus, and Tonks. Tonks is out of the running, being a girl, and there's been no indication that Dean or Seamus will be any kind of serious force in the next two books.

There are, however, two very interesting characters whose heritage has not been determined: Albus Dumbledore and Mark Evans. Dumbledore, to his credit, seems too old and too accomplished to be the prince of anything. That leaves Mark. Mark the unknown, Mark the theoretical cousin to Harry; Mark who mouths off to larger boys, and who Knuts to Galleons will be starting at Hogwarts next year. A prince? We have yet to see.

Of course, the wording may be a trick; there are not only half-bloods in the series, but half-breeds as well. Could Hagrid ascend as the prince of giants, Firenze as the prince of centaurs, or Lupin as the prince of the werewolves which proportedly live in the Forbidden Forest?

The worst-case scenario is one that I even shudder to consider. What if all those badficcers were right, and Voldemort really did once have a child by a Muggle woman? Wizarding Britain is a democracy at the moment, but someday soon it is likely to become a monarchy under a dark king, paving the way for a dark prince.

At the moment, my money's on Mark Evans, but you can never tell. For the moment, I'm not making any assumptions. It was obvious to everybody that old Mrs. Figg was a witch, and we all know how that turned out.

I tried to learn the Maebon's-sig dance the other day, bopping in front of my computer like it was an aerobics video starring four tiny action figures, but I always got tripped up on the spin. But man, I could do that kick. *kicks with Sinbad*

Looks like next on my friends list is fer_lomarcan, whom I love because he friended me just so that I would list him, because he comments on practically anything, because I like his ballcap dog, and because we are mutual friends with foxyfennec!

potterverse, hbp

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