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Final Thoughts

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Note from Ashley: My post about the Epilogue is still to come next week, which is why I’ve abstained from writing final notes, myself. I get an entire post to wax poetic about the end of this series and the end of this project, so it’s only fair everyone else gets a space, too.

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I’ve had so much fun with this, not only writing my own posts, but getting to read what everyone else thinks about Harry Potter (SPOILER ALERT: you all love it). I’ve enjoyed all the insights everyone has had that I’ve never, ever had in all of my rereads, and the discussions that followed, but my very most favorite thing was getting to see new GIFs I’d never seen before. You guys are good at GIFs, is what I’m saying.

Also, I can’t believe it’s over. Again. Sads. Don’t mind me, I’m just going to be over here in the corner, rereading all the books and pretending Harry Potter is never going to end ever ever. Continue reading


The Deathly Hallows, Chapters 10 & 11: It’s Not Like We Can Feel Any Worse

I find that this entry is very hard to write. For most of the Harry Potter series focusing on two chapters at a time feels like celebrating the little things, the individual moments that make up your memory. It felt, for the most part, fun. This isn’t fun. I love the book, but taking time to focus on the individual chapters feels like wallowing instead of celebrating. Keep reading for poetry, though!



Kreacher Kreacher Kreacher can’t you see.
Sometimes your ways just mystify me.

Harry, Ron & Hermione are hiding out at 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry wakes up early and starts rummaging through Sirius’ old bedroom. He finds a letter from his mom about him as a baby (this is, like, the only bright spot in the chapter and it’s about his dead mom, so.) Harry continues to freak out about Dumbledore and whether or not he ever really knew the man. It’s all pretty upsetting.

Ron and Hermione wake up and are pissed at Harry, because they thought he was dead. Again, PRETTY UPSETTING. Then they discover that R.A.B., of fake locket fame, was Regulas Arcturus Black. This is a pretty big reveal, unless you totally saw it coming. Which I think I did? I could totally be making that up though. They realize that Regulus probably had the horcrux locket, at which point Ron remembers finding said locket and totally throwing it out. Whoops! Good thing Kreacher stole a bunch of stuff back from them, before it ended up in a dump and then how would they find it. Seriously, imagine that? Yikes.

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The Half-Blood Prince, Chapters 1-2: Chekhov’s Talking Portrait

Welcome to Book Six everyone! Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince! It’s probably my least favorite title of any of the books, but you know what they say about judging a book by its title! That’s a saying, right? I think Moon Unit Zappa coined it.

I love, love, love this book. It’s the psychological thriller of the series, a book about the past and how the past can be as illuminating as it is toxic.


The opening of The Half-Blood Prince is probably my favorite cold open of all the books. For me, one of the best parts of these books is discovering new and hilarious aspects of wizarding world and culture. By this point, we’ve seen the schools, the government, homesteads and sporting events. Here we get to see the one instance where the world of wizards openly collides with its muggle counterpart. Rowling does a good job here of cloaking a whole lot of exposition into a fun reveal about the Minister of Magic introducing himself to the Prime Minister.

It feels a little weird calling it fun, given the tone of The Order of the Phoenix. I think it’s very smart to open Half-Blood Prince with a little levity and I think Rowling nails the balance between the gravity of the war and the absurdity of Fudge speaking with the Muggle Prime Minister.

At one point Fudge mentions that they can arrange for the President of the United States to forget to call. Do you think a British wizard took care of that or did they have to have an American wizard do it? I wonder if the American wizard government mirrors the muggle government the way Britain’s does. Is there a wizard Supreme Court? A wizard Congress? Wizard states rights? I think about this a lot.

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The Order of the Phoenix Chapters 7-9: Even Wizards Get A Case of the Mondays

The Harry Potter books are really made for Christmastime. There’s something cozy about them you just want to slip into. I don’t know that I’ve ever read a Harry Potter book on a deck overlooking the beach (that’s what Michael Chabon is for, amirite ladies?), but I have read a lot of them huddled under a blanket with some hot cocoa… or red wine. One of my favorite Christmas traditions it to curl up on my parent’s overstuffed armchairs and reread one of the Harry Potter books. (I know it sounds cliched. It’s not my fault my parents bought overstuffed armchairs when I went to college.) I love rereading all the books, 1-3 if I’m pressed for time, 4, 6 or 7 if my family is into knitting that year. The only one I don’t really reread is 5. It’s not that I don’t like Order of the Phoenix, I like it a lot, but it’s hard. It’s frustrating and stressful and sad, which is pretty much the opposite of what I aim for at Christmas. Well then, what book am I writing about today? Oh, ok.


Cheer up, buddy. Here maybe this book will cheer you up. Oh, never mind.


Guys! I cannot believe I got this chapter! I love this chapter! I always loved how Rowling introduced a new part of the wizarding world in each book. After five books, we finally see the Ministry of Magic for the first time and somehow JK Rowling manages to make bureaucracy exciting. Is there anything she can’t do?

Harry and Mr. Weasley embark on their journey to the Ministry by muggle transportation, and of course Mr. Weasley is a delight. Can we talk about how he wears a bomber jacket to blend in? What a perfect detail. Very sad they left that out of the movie.

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The Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapters 6-7: It’s Cool, It’s School

Oh hey guys! This is my first post on this here re-read.


I have some feelings about this chapter and they’re not all positive. Just getting that out of the way. It’s not like I hate it, but we have some history.

Chapter 6

Of all the blogs in all the internet…

The chapter opens in the great hall. A little disappointingly, we do not hear what any of the characters are eating for breakfast. Toast? Bacon? Cheeri Owls?! I’m genuinely curious! Schedules are passed out and Hermione is taking, like, a thousand classes. Ron and Harry question her, but she just brushes them off. I love her deflections here. They’re brilliant in their simplicity.

On their way to Divination Harry, Ron and Hermione encounter Sir Cadogan, who is a tiny delight. It’s hard not to love a miniature knight with a pudgy pony and too big sword. It’s like a Chihuahua that growls at a Great Dane, but can talk and show you the way to the North Tower. I hope you stick around, little guy. *wink*

So far, so good. Draco being a total dick? Check. Hermione making Ron so confused he just stops asking questions? Check. New part of the castle? Check. New character? CHECK.

It’s Divination time! *cue eerie soft jazz* It actually makes a lot of sense to me that Harry and Ron would sign up for this class, since Divination is the Hogwarts version of Film Studies. Jocks (and Harry is totally a jock) take it because they think it’ll be an easy O. (I was a film studies major; I’m allowed to say such things.) Hermione, you’re better than this and you know it. Think about your choices, boo.

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