Not too many deep thoughts tonight, as I'm tired and my arm aches and I'd really like to go to bed, but --
CHAPTER TWO: A PECK OF OWLS
"I heard -- that awful boy -- telling her about [Dementors] -- years ago," says Aunt Petunia. And Harry assumes, as seems natural, that since the "her" is Lily, the "awful boy" must be James. He's probably right in that assumption; but then again, he might not be. And maybe I'm just twisted, but I would be greatly amused if the boy Petunia thought so "awful" wasn't James at all, but Snape.
Argh! I'm coming up with Snape/Lily ideas again! Please, I'm begging
you, save me from myself. Form an Intervention. Something.
Harry's emotions are all over the place in this chapter, and he keeps having surges of anger that ebb away leaving him "drained, exhausted". More fodder for the working theory I settled upon in Chapter One, that Harry spends the whole book fighting against Voldemort's influence. Especially combined with the bit only a few paragraphs earlier, in which he once more lapses into the craving for adulation and recognition:
And now his temper was rising again. Wasn't anybody going to say 'well done' for fighting off two Dementors single-handed?
Um, somehow I think that the Order of the Phoenix has other things on its mind right now than complimenting you on your mad Patronus skillz, Harry...
All in all an enjoyable chapter to read, with lots of emotion and a wide variety of voices. I had particular fun with Mrs. Figg. Unfortunately doing Uncle Vernon's lower register, especially when it involves bellowing, is extremely hard on the throat... *cough*