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Final Thoughts

New Harry Potter

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 18-19: We Finish Each Other’s Sandwiches

Grad school has consumed my life this semester and my Spring Break vacation has effectively canceled out my motivation to do anything, even if it is something I enjoy. Because of this, the time difference, and the fact that my motion sickness meds turn me into a zombie, my post is late. My apologies.


I tend to procrastinate things when I don’t want them to end. I am known for not watching the finale of a TV show or season just to stretch it out a little bit longer. You don’t want to know how long I didn’t watch the demise of David Tennant’s Doctor. Let’s just say Matt Smith was firmly established as The Doctor before I finally gave in. I also did this with the latest series of Sherlock, refusing to watch the last episode. When asked how I avoid spoilers, my answer is a resounding “Ha! You think I have time to get on the internet these days? Or watch TV, for that matter?” I have never been one to frequent any sort of blog, website, or tumblr feed that would post spoilers anyway, so there are no worries. Also, I have vehemently shushed friends who tried talking about it in my presence before it even aired in the US. So not ok. But, I digress. Please, no one spoil it. I promise I will watch soon.

Because of all this, I have procrastinated my re-read and my writing of this post. I do not want us to be blogging the last book. It feels like Harry Potter is ending all over again, which was basically the worst thing ever to happen to me, literarily speaking.

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The Half-Blood Prince, Chapters 3-4: Slughorn’s Pokewizards: Gotta Collect ’em All

I’ve got to go back read and comment on everyone’s post that I have missed. Participating in the comments section makes me feel like a part of the awesomest conversation ever and I’ve been missing out! My husband and I decided to move all of our belongings ourselves, with just a u-haul trailer, over the course of 2 weekends and any spare time we had. This, as you might expect, was a terrible idea, and the reason why I have not been very active on the website as of late. Also, I have no internet at home, so I’m writing this from my office, and without the benefit of wine. Just know that I still like you guys, and Harry Potter, and this re-read. You guys rock. Everything rocks. Except moving.

I can’t believe we are on Book 6. That’s insane. Just awesome, guys.


This is our first chapter back with Harry, but when it starts out, he is asleep, so we are basically floating around his room, judging the mess, picking through his belongings, reading his newspaper, that sort of thing. We can’t even read the entire article about Rufus Scrimgeour’s plans for Hogwarts’ student safety because it is obscured by Hedwig’s cage. The gist is clear. There’s a new sherriff in town, and he’s not a complete idiot like his predecessor. Bill Nighy, who plays Scrimgeour in the movies, will always be this guy to me, which is unfortunate when it comes to his role as stern-faced Scrimgeour:

If you really love Christmas... come on and let it snow

If you really love Christmas… c’mon and let it snow

I can never quite take him seriously. He is, however, taking the Voldemort threat seriously with his pamphlets and such. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

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The Order of the Phoenix, Chapters 12-13: The Pink-Clad Kitten-loving Devil Incarnate

After Gretchen’s delightful Christmas at Hogwarts post, we move on to some crazy-ass chapters. Christmas is over, guys. It’s December 27th. Shit is getting real. It is time for frustration, brainwashing, and teen angst. First off, let’s establish where I stand on “Moody Teen Harry”: I love him. He is so real. And guess what? You were a whiny shithead with emotional issues when you were a teenager too. Trust me, you were. Plus, you had way less pressure put on you than Harry does. At least you didn’t have an entire civilization simultaneously berating you and needing you to save their lives. Perhaps we all hate our teen selves a little, but I mostly feel sorry for mine. I still relate to her more than I probably should at 30 years old, but there you have it.

Dolores Umbridge. I hate that chick. We all do. If you don’t, you might have been reading the wrong book. I hate her more than I hate Voldemort. Why? Because we go along, thinking the Ministry of Magic are the good guys and then, all of a sudden, those who are supposed to have our best interests at heart turn into the bad guys and start brainwashing everyone because they are wizard-supremacist cowards. Remember who the enemy is, people. This, my friends, is the face of pure evil:


Here we go. Hold on to your butts.

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The Goblet of Fire, Chapters 10-11: Things Happen and Stuff

You guys, I’m so excited to (finally) be writing this post! After the week I have had, I really needed some Potter therapy. I won’t bore you with the details, but it involved plenty of paper writing, driving, giving a big speech, a cat (and house) that reeks of skunk, being sick, and sleeping very little. Whew, I’m glad it’s over and it’s time for the good stuff! Back to Hogwarts (well, we’re almost there, anyway!)!

GoF was the first Harry Potter book that I got when it was first released. As I mentioned in my very first post on this blog, my mom bought one copy for my brother and me and I would steal it when he went to sleep and read until I just couldn’t stay awake any more. I remember my first impression was that it was SO BIG. There was so much Harry Potter story to get through. How freaking exciting was that? A big fat book that you just know you’re going to love before you even read it? What’s better than that? I also still have the audio book on approximately one bajillion cassette tapes, one of which has been missing for about 10 years. Who else had/has these? Shout out to all my book-on-tape peeps!


I worry a little bit about poor Mr. Roberts and his family. Are they OK? We didn’t really know the extent of this at the time, but severe memory modification can really FUCK YOU UP. Mr. Roberts, if you’re out there, I hope that you’re not mumbling in a mental hospital somewhere. Semi-related sidenote: the obliteration of someone’s memory sounds like a pretty heinous crime to me. I don’t remember if we talked about this in our discussion of the Gilderoy Lockhart approach to fame and fortune, but the whole mind erasure thing is pretty messed up. I hope it’s punishable by a really long stay in Azkaban. It’s nearly equivalent to taking away someone’s life.

Anyway, back to THIS book. The crew makes the trek back from the QWC in a somewhat more subdued fashion. Upon arrival at The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley is, shall we say, a bit upset. I wonder how close to danger the Weasley family members need to be for the clock hands to point to “mortal peril”. I have a feeling Mrs. Weasley was glued to that clock all night. What happens when a Weasley dies? Does that hand disappear? That’s so sad.*

On a lighter note, Percy is so annoying in this book. I would propose a drinking game wherein we drink every time he says “Mr. Crouch” or “cauldron bottoms” but we would probably be too drunk to read by the end… of this chapter.

I'm so pompous I forgot to be in this movie.

I’m so pompous I forgot to be in this movie.

Amidst all of the Weasley reunioning, Harry pulls his best pals to the side and tells them about his scar hurting. OH MY GOD, HARRY! YOUR SCAR HURT? ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN’T GOING TO EXPLODE OR SOMETHING!? EMERGENCY!! I swear, they either lose their shit or they’re all like whatevs, we’ve got our own problems. You never quite know how it’s going to go down. Mostly, it’s panic city.

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