the final book
OMG OMG OMG, I haven't been to sleep yet, I can't, I simply can't yet, I'm just sitting here, thinking of the last book, and omigod.
It was just. OMG. That's all that's going through my mind right now. I'm trying to get my thoughts in order, and failing miserably, because all that's going through my mind is the continuous litany of omg omg omg omg omg.
Harry named his son Albus Severus, for a Slytherin who was quite possibly the bravest man he ever knew.
Holy fuck.
I mean, I thought. The Prince's Tale, it was just, everything, everything we've suspected of Snape all these years, but to finally have it printed on the page like that? And that was, to me, absolutely perfect. But then JKR caps it off by having Harry name his son after him?
Oh god, I love this book so much.
(For all that, though, I think I'm going to be ignoring the Nineteen Years Later thing. I mean, Albus Severus I heart, but ninteen blasted years later and happy families for all is a bit much for me.)
And there was Harry and Ron and Hermione, trying to save everyone on their own, and Draco and his parents, absolutely fucking terrified in the end and Lucius and Narcissa caring only for their son, to hell with Voldemort, Neville, omg, Neville, who killed Nagini, who lived through and led the DA through the Year of Hell, Luna, who was calm in a sea of absolute madness, Percy, omg, Percy, my boy, who finally saw the light. And, oh god, everything.
And it was just so dark, so much darker than OotP, with all the deaths, and being on the run, and and omg they were on the run from Death Eaters while trying to figure out the Horcruxes/Hallows mysteries, and god. And Remus (REMUS! I feared you were a goner, alas!) and Tonks and Moody and Fred and Colin and Dobby and Hedwig, Hedwig died, oh Hedwig.
There was Hermione impersonating Bellatrix, and the Trio infilitrating the Ministry and Gringotts, running for their lives and competently holding their own as they try to complete the mission Dumbledore has given them. The fight at Hogwarts, the final showdown between Voldemort and Harry. There was all the other things that we got to see but glimpses of, the DA at Hogwarts led by Neville, Ginny and Luna, Dean and Ted Tonks on the run, Lee Jordan and his Potterwatch, everything that could have been little stories of their own!
And Snape. Oh god, I knew Snape was a goner, but like that? No. No! I was just so shocked, that he could end like that. And then there was The Prince's Tale and everything was laid out for us and my mind, it was blown. I never, never expected Snape/Lily (of a sort) to become canon. And there it was, and it was wonderful! There was that moment of realization, that "oh...wow" moment, when I realized, yeah, Snape's worst memory isn't his worst memory because of what James did to him in front of all the other students, it's because he called Lily a Mudblood and lost her forever. Oh, my heart. ("The Mudblood--" Phineas Nigellus starts to describe Hermione, and Snape immediately snaps back, "Do not use that word!" OMG!)
And I'm feeling a bit of schadenfreude that James didn't have anything to do with keeping Harry alive for the past sixteen years, that was down to Lily and Snape, because Lily loved Harry enough to sacrifice herself for him, and Snape loved Lily enough to keep her son alive.
There's that power of love that Dumbledore's always talking about.
And Dumbledore. Oh man, Dumbledore. Everything, just everything we learned about him. His past, how he got Severus to turn spy for him (And it's so weird, because he's always been Snape in my mind, but it's been turning to Severus now ever since I finished the book and I've had to go back several times to change that back to Snape as I type, and now I'm just going to stop, because what's the use in resisting?), and he really is such a bastard, but, oh, wow, I respect and like him so much more now than I ever have before.
Also, Dumbledore/Grindelwald Y/Y?
(And, on a different note, I have to say that the Harry/Draco fan in me is dancing in utter glee at this book, omg. I just. Wand! Saving his life! Heeeh!)
I think I started to cry at the notes left at Lily and James' house at Godric's Hollow for Harry. (Which, in the same vein as my last confession about Dora Tonks - btw, the calling her Dora left and right made me laugh - will always be Fourteen Back to me, I can't believe I'm just realizing this.) Oh, this book. Oh! This isn't one I'll be able to easily reread, I can tell that right now. Reading it through one time was difficult enough, it hurt, it really did. I'll probably end up just reading sections of it, but all the way through again?
It'll take me a while. It really will.
It was just. OMG. That's all that's going through my mind right now. I'm trying to get my thoughts in order, and failing miserably, because all that's going through my mind is the continuous litany of omg omg omg omg omg.
Harry named his son Albus Severus, for a Slytherin who was quite possibly the bravest man he ever knew.
Holy fuck.
I mean, I thought. The Prince's Tale, it was just, everything, everything we've suspected of Snape all these years, but to finally have it printed on the page like that? And that was, to me, absolutely perfect. But then JKR caps it off by having Harry name his son after him?
Oh god, I love this book so much.
(For all that, though, I think I'm going to be ignoring the Nineteen Years Later thing. I mean, Albus Severus I heart, but ninteen blasted years later and happy families for all is a bit much for me.)
And there was Harry and Ron and Hermione, trying to save everyone on their own, and Draco and his parents, absolutely fucking terrified in the end and Lucius and Narcissa caring only for their son, to hell with Voldemort, Neville, omg, Neville, who killed Nagini, who lived through and led the DA through the Year of Hell, Luna, who was calm in a sea of absolute madness, Percy, omg, Percy, my boy, who finally saw the light. And, oh god, everything.
And it was just so dark, so much darker than OotP, with all the deaths, and being on the run, and and omg they were on the run from Death Eaters while trying to figure out the Horcruxes/Hallows mysteries, and god. And Remus (REMUS! I feared you were a goner, alas!) and Tonks and Moody and Fred and Colin and Dobby and Hedwig, Hedwig died, oh Hedwig.
There was Hermione impersonating Bellatrix, and the Trio infilitrating the Ministry and Gringotts, running for their lives and competently holding their own as they try to complete the mission Dumbledore has given them. The fight at Hogwarts, the final showdown between Voldemort and Harry. There was all the other things that we got to see but glimpses of, the DA at Hogwarts led by Neville, Ginny and Luna, Dean and Ted Tonks on the run, Lee Jordan and his Potterwatch, everything that could have been little stories of their own!
And Snape. Oh god, I knew Snape was a goner, but like that? No. No! I was just so shocked, that he could end like that. And then there was The Prince's Tale and everything was laid out for us and my mind, it was blown. I never, never expected Snape/Lily (of a sort) to become canon. And there it was, and it was wonderful! There was that moment of realization, that "oh...wow" moment, when I realized, yeah, Snape's worst memory isn't his worst memory because of what James did to him in front of all the other students, it's because he called Lily a Mudblood and lost her forever. Oh, my heart. ("The Mudblood--" Phineas Nigellus starts to describe Hermione, and Snape immediately snaps back, "Do not use that word!" OMG!)
And I'm feeling a bit of schadenfreude that James didn't have anything to do with keeping Harry alive for the past sixteen years, that was down to Lily and Snape, because Lily loved Harry enough to sacrifice herself for him, and Snape loved Lily enough to keep her son alive.
There's that power of love that Dumbledore's always talking about.
And Dumbledore. Oh man, Dumbledore. Everything, just everything we learned about him. His past, how he got Severus to turn spy for him (And it's so weird, because he's always been Snape in my mind, but it's been turning to Severus now ever since I finished the book and I've had to go back several times to change that back to Snape as I type, and now I'm just going to stop, because what's the use in resisting?), and he really is such a bastard, but, oh, wow, I respect and like him so much more now than I ever have before.
Also, Dumbledore/Grindelwald Y/Y?
(And, on a different note, I have to say that the Harry/Draco fan in me is dancing in utter glee at this book, omg. I just. Wand! Saving his life! Heeeh!)
I think I started to cry at the notes left at Lily and James' house at Godric's Hollow for Harry. (Which, in the same vein as my last confession about Dora Tonks - btw, the calling her Dora left and right made me laugh - will always be Fourteen Back to me, I can't believe I'm just realizing this.) Oh, this book. Oh! This isn't one I'll be able to easily reread, I can tell that right now. Reading it through one time was difficult enough, it hurt, it really did. I'll probably end up just reading sections of it, but all the way through again?
It'll take me a while. It really will.