At the risk of angering ex-kiddies/current-teenies everywhere...
Let me just say that I sincerely abhor the travesty that J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series has become. In all honesty, I suspect that since she tried and failed pretty badly to write a good 4th book (the goblet of some sort of fire) that she had given up and just robbed some poor 13-year-old fangirls of their fanfics for the subsequent ones. Okay, maybe she wasn't that horrible. Maybe she paid them with candy or barbie dolls or something.
That said, I would still like to read this last book. Just because it's the last one. It's like...having a scab that's hanging by a tiny bit of skin. You know it'll hurt like mother and probably make you bleed again but you. can't. help. but. PULL it.
Anyhow, there's 2 things that must happen to merit Rowling having even an one-hundredth of her reputation:
1) Snape must be one of the good guys.
2) Harry must die.
Anything else would be the straw that broke the camel's back, the move that fell the Jenga tower, the brittle cleavage that sunk the Titanic, the final explosion that finished off the dang Hindenburg.
That said, I would still like to read this last book. Just because it's the last one. It's like...having a scab that's hanging by a tiny bit of skin. You know it'll hurt like mother and probably make you bleed again but you. can't. help. but. PULL it.
Anyhow, there's 2 things that must happen to merit Rowling having even an one-hundredth of her reputation:
1) Snape must be one of the good guys.
2) Harry must die.
Anything else would be the straw that broke the camel's back, the move that fell the Jenga tower, the brittle cleavage that sunk the Titanic, the final explosion that finished off the dang Hindenburg.