Harry Potter, and what was to be.
(ETA: No real spoilers behind the cut, just me overcome by the sheer beauty of it. There are just two non-spoilery funny bits from the book, one you've already read, about wands, and one is Fred talking about the wizarding world's masses's sheer stupidity - it was funny, no spoilers in the uncut part of entry.)
The Taboo!
“Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger and better than other people’s.”
“Agreed,” said Fred. “So, people, let’s try and calm down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can Kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
Aaahhh. Waoh. Oh, poor Harry, poor Harry, poor Severus- oh, Lily! - Severus, Severus, damn it, the doe - Severus, Harry. No!
Waahhh. I’m - oh, you’ll have to read, you’ll have to read, but I - oh, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus. I want to cry. And shout. And run. And scream, a little bit.
And the Malfoys. Oh, Narcissa. And Lucius! But Narcissa, Narcissa, man. My love for her just redoubled.
Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow. Love and wow and oh and oh, Harry, Harry, Harry. What an amazing thing. What amazing.
I have not read the Epilogue. I will, but not now. Right now, I need a shower. I don't know what I'm going to do. This has been more, this has meant more - for nearly a decade now, has been part of me wherever I was, one of the most valued things I ever had - this could not make me unhappy, one of the few things, and I'm not unhappy now, I'm - really not, just in love and saddened and with that bittersweet feeling. Because the end is an end, people - of course, it leaves room for fanfiction and perhaps theories and wank (though I don't know what people will have to wank about, what point is there, I never understood this, it's - so amazing, on its own), but it stands alone, and it stands gloriously, and, just, oh.
It is an end, a glorious end, and I'm not sure if I want Joanne write anything more in this universe she created, but I still can't really fathom that it's over, except I can, but I love it so, and it's like - this huge fantastic era of my life is ending, where these books and the anticipation for more was one of those things that kept me happy when other things failed.
I'm glad I read this now, I think, instead of Friday night at the Sectus reading room or at one of the Potter Parties, because every time, of course, the memory of what happens when I finish one of these books for the first time doesn't seem quite as strong and overwhelming and unstoppable as it is - and worse, this time, because this was the last, no more anticipation, no more hopefulness, and I just want to be alone, now, with no one around me, no one looking at me or talking to me or being in my sight, and in some way, I want to keep this feeling forever.
01:40. 18 July, 2007. Xálo, Spain.
01:43 I don't think the title is fitting. I mean, naturally it is, but there's - so much more to it, and the name, the title, and what it means in the book leaves me with a bitter-kind taste when I think of it, because it wasn't so dark as it feels - it was light, lighter than anything, so bright.
The Taboo!
“Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger and better than other people’s.”
“Agreed,” said Fred. “So, people, let’s try and calm down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can Kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.”
Aaahhh. Waoh. Oh, poor Harry, poor Harry, poor Severus- oh, Lily! - Severus, Severus, damn it, the doe - Severus, Harry. No!
Waahhh. I’m - oh, you’ll have to read, you’ll have to read, but I - oh, Sirius, James, Lily, Remus. I want to cry. And shout. And run. And scream, a little bit.
And the Malfoys. Oh, Narcissa. And Lucius! But Narcissa, Narcissa, man. My love for her just redoubled.
Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow. Love and wow and oh and oh, Harry, Harry, Harry. What an amazing thing. What amazing.
I have not read the Epilogue. I will, but not now. Right now, I need a shower. I don't know what I'm going to do. This has been more, this has meant more - for nearly a decade now, has been part of me wherever I was, one of the most valued things I ever had - this could not make me unhappy, one of the few things, and I'm not unhappy now, I'm - really not, just in love and saddened and with that bittersweet feeling. Because the end is an end, people - of course, it leaves room for fanfiction and perhaps theories and wank (though I don't know what people will have to wank about, what point is there, I never understood this, it's - so amazing, on its own), but it stands alone, and it stands gloriously, and, just, oh.
It is an end, a glorious end, and I'm not sure if I want Joanne write anything more in this universe she created, but I still can't really fathom that it's over, except I can, but I love it so, and it's like - this huge fantastic era of my life is ending, where these books and the anticipation for more was one of those things that kept me happy when other things failed.
I'm glad I read this now, I think, instead of Friday night at the Sectus reading room or at one of the Potter Parties, because every time, of course, the memory of what happens when I finish one of these books for the first time doesn't seem quite as strong and overwhelming and unstoppable as it is - and worse, this time, because this was the last, no more anticipation, no more hopefulness, and I just want to be alone, now, with no one around me, no one looking at me or talking to me or being in my sight, and in some way, I want to keep this feeling forever.
01:40. 18 July, 2007. Xálo, Spain.
01:43 I don't think the title is fitting. I mean, naturally it is, but there's - so much more to it, and the name, the title, and what it means in the book leaves me with a bitter-kind taste when I think of it, because it wasn't so dark as it feels - it was light, lighter than anything, so bright.