9:19 PM EST
- Mom: What did that lady we met at the hospital say her name was? Dolores…Dolores what?
- Me: Umbridge.
- Mom: Dolores Umbridge?
- Me: Yeah, sounds right.
Author’s Note: I wrote this back in July while I was waiting for the midnight viewing of ‘Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 to start.’ In terms of Internet time, this is way dated. Like, pretty much irrelevant. But it’s been sitting in my phone for way too long and it’s about time that I’ve finally got around to publishing it. Enjoy.
There’s one more hour to go before the beginning of the end of the Harry Potter film series. I’m sitting in the theater listening to all of the people who are arguing about where to sit and complaining that they should have gotten here earlier. They probably should have, the theater is nearly full already. That’s not surprising in the least.
A family sitting a few rows ahead of me brought wands with them to the theater. They are all waving them above their heads. People dressed in long black robes keep rushing past me. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Right now, more than ever, I’m regretting not having purchased that ridiculously overpriced, $119 Gryffindor robe at The Wizarding World of Harry Potter while I had the chance. I would feel so much more festive if I had that robe right now, but also a $119 poorer. OK, yeah, my $40 Gryffindor sweatshirt is just as good.
I’m thinking back to the first time that I read a Harry Potter book. Someone, I suspect a family member of mine, bought me a copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets as a gift. To whichever family member that was, thank you for introducing me to Harry and his friends.
I remember reading the book and I remember liking it, but I did not fall in love right away. I must have been too preoccupied in pretending to be too cool to admit that I liked to read. It would not be until a few more years down the road that I became fully enchanted by J.K. Rowling’s charmingly crafted, magical wizarding world. At a certain point during my childhood, my dad advised me not to read any more of the Harry Potter books. He was under the impression that the story’s association with witchcraft and wizardry made it unsuitable for young, impressionable children and was concerned that I would be lured into a world of evil. I read the books anyway. Now, after having undergone a long lecture about the true essence of the Harry Potter books, he understands that the Harry Potter series is just about as far from “evil” as anything can get.
It’s undoubtedly sad that the series as an entity on the silver screen is coming to an end. However, what makes it a little less so, is the way that I can see that the story of Harry Potter will live on for many years to come, long after this film comes to an end.
The screen in the theater just turned on. The final chapter of the story as represented by Dan, Emma, Rupert, and friends is about to begin and I’m feeling sure that I will remember this moment in time just as vividly as I remember the first time I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Although after tonight there will be no more new films or books to look forward to, I know there will never be a time where I won’t look forward to revisiting Harry’s world, both on the screen and within the pages.
(apparently) Alan Rickman
If someone can confirm for me that he actually did say this, I will rejoice. However, I cannot find the original source. Still, even if this was fictionalized- to whoever made it up: I love you. (via prettybooks)
*Update- As speculated, it has been brought to my attention that Alan Rickman did not actually say this. But he should have. He definitely should have.
"Harry, nevertheless, arouses greater empathy because he seems to be a child liberated from the control of dull, distracted adults, rejecting his soulless environment. No sensitive child would want to grow up to be Harry’s Muggle relatives, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of No. 4 Privet Drive. Harry Potter allows children of the suburbs to loathe their Little Boxes, to fly a nebulous broom, play non-televisable sports and aspire to a life out of the ordinary. Whether read in Seattle, Sarajevo or Soweto, Harry gives children a license to judge the adult world—and find it wanting."
It’s human nature to press at the boundaries of stories, to scrabble at the edges, to want to know what’s going on just out of range of the camera. Fan fiction teems with prequels and sequels, missing scenes restored and plot holes patched. It retells canonical stories from new points of view — the reverse-angle instant replay. How did the events of The Prisoner of Azkaban look from Neville Longbottom’s perspective? Moaning Myrtle’s? Mrs. Norris’? “To say that a story stops after we close a book is absurd,” says Maltese. “To say that we can think certain things about a story or what might happen next in a story or what might have happened if someone had turned left instead of right but that we can’t write them down is absurd.” (via)