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The Deathly Hallows, Chapter 33: The Half-Good Prince

I pre-ordered my copy of Deathly Hallows, thinking I was being smart because it would be delivered a bit early and I’d get the jump on everyone. I was already planning on staying away from the internet until I’d finished it, for fear of spoilers, and this was six years ago. Can you imagine the spoilers you’d have to avoid if it came out now? Impossible. I can’t even watch a TV show with any sort of delay without being spoiled while innocently scrolling through Facebook.

Because I am me, I somehow missed the delivery, even though I’d been home all morning, practically glued to the window in anticipation. I found a “sorry I missed you” note on the front door from the mailman, stating that he’d left my package in the apartment complex office. I sprinted to the office, but, alas…just as I got there, I saw the leasing agent driving away on a golf cart. My Harry Potter dreams were dashed before my eyes.

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The Deathly Hallows, Chapters 28-29: Exposition and Emotions

I made the mistake of finishing the rest of Deathly Hallows before writing this, so bear with me if this is more of a reflection of the book and series as a whole instead of focusing on these two chapters exclusively.

Which isn’t to say that they’re not important, because they most definitely are; but it’s a lot of exposition and pieces falling into place instead of some more “iconic” chapters that follow them.  But no epic is complete without its sections of exposition, and I think it’s pretty well done anyway, so I honestly don’t mind too much, because the quality of your set-up and rising action is so important to the weight of your climax; you have to answer some questions brought up earlier on before pushing forward.

For all its controversy post-finale, these chapters—and honestly the book and series as a whole—remind me a lot of LOST.  Now, I know that’s a really loaded statement, and I don’t think I can really properly describe it, but there’s this scope to both stories that really strikes me as very similar in both set up and execution.  Especially here, in these chapters, it reminds me of how we really get some (but not all!) answers and a sort of excitable calm before the storm of the inevitable clash of forces in the finale.

(Which is a compliment in my mind, but your mileage may vary.)

Anyway.  Onward.


Having only read this book once over the span of less than 24 hours on the day of its release, I’ve really enjoyed coming back to this one immensely.  Since I finished the series initially, I’ve said that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is my favorite of the seven, though I think upon this revisitation I’ve changed my mind.  I definitely think this is the best-written of the books, Rowling’s magnum-opus as it were, but I’m still super partial to Goblet of Fire, in all honesty.

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The Deathly Hallows, Chapters 26-27: Conversations With My Mother

When I was in college my mother had a job where she used AIM to communicate to her coworkers in the office. AIM, boys and girls, stands for AOL Instant Messanger. It was how people communicated when they couldn’t be bothered to talk face in the dark ages before text messaging and facebook. I, like most people I knew, also had an AIM account. I don’t remember how my mom got my AIM name, if I gave it to her or she just kind of picked up through that magical osmosis moms have. But she got it and she used to IM to chat. In all caps, because her work was done in caps and she never turned capslock off.

Besides checking on how I was doing BY SHOUTING AT ME LIKE THIS, my mom also liked to talk about Harry Potter. She was a big fan. Not because she’s read the books – that would take too long – but because she loved the movies. The trick with that is that it’s awfully hard to speculate about book seven when the movies were years behind. In the frantic lead up to the release of Deathly Hallows, my mom did what she could to satisfy her curiosity: she prowled the internet for speculation and spoiled, and IMed me.

The following is our exact conversation just before the book came. I saved it because it is a sparkly fluffy unicorn of wonderfulness and should be shared. I originally posted it on my livejournal, which was a blogging website people used to communicate when they weren’t IMing each other.

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The Deathly Hallows, Chapters 22-23: Hallows vs. Horcruxes, Round One


Meanwhile, at the ‘Support Harry Potter’ Party…

Hagrid’s hut stood stoic, with less footprints treading down the path these days. But this night was different. In staggered bursts, students snuck out of their four-post beds and made their way down the path under the cover of darkness. Ginny had suggested the night of the new moon, so there’d be less chance of wandering professors spotting students in the shadows.

Ginny waited in a puffy chair near the entrance to the common room. She was moments away from dozing off, but Neville finally arrived.

“Are you ready to go?” he half-whispered. Neville wasn’t very good at whispering.

“Yes. Shh!” They snuck out the portrait door and quickly made their way to the castle doors. Ginny hadn’t wanted Neville to have to leave by himself. His sneaking skills were about on par with his whispering skills. She didn’t mind, really. Ginny had grown rather grateful for Neville’s friendship over the past few months. Hogwarts was different these days and it was nice to have someone around who understood how she was feeling.

“I wish Luna were here,” said Neville.

“Me, too,” said Ginny.

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The Deathly Hallows, Chapters 16-17: Why Did It Have to Be Snakes?

I totally forgot I requested these chapters, and then I got all excited when I sat down to write about them. They may seem like odd chapters to get excited about because they’re probably a couple of the most melancholy and macabre in the series. But if you know me—well, I guess you don’t outside the context of this re-read, so I’ll just tell you: I kind of love melancholy and macabre. I’m like a goth kid without all the black.


We’re out of the woods in this chapter, but only in the literal sense; we’re not out of danger yet. In fact, we’re walking right out of the woods into the dead-frightening face of danger in these chapters.

The first bit of chapter 16 finds Harry and Hermione hoping that Ron will Apparate back, delaying packing and moving on to another campsite in order to give him time, checking the Marauder’s Map to see if he made his way to Hogwarts. Hermione breaks down, and it’s all very sad and frustrating. Why, Ron, why?! At this point upon my first read-through, I was just as angry as Harry. I mean, Ron promised to go with him, to stay by his side and help him, and now he’s turning his back on that promise and abandoning his best friends. I love Ron, but you’ve got to hand it to Hermione—she remains the loyal one throughout the thick of things, and we all know that Harry wouldn’t have gotten anywhere in these books without her. And by leaving, Ron has inadvertently placed an even bigger burden on Hermione, as now she’s Harry’s only support. Sure, we could blame the Horcrux, but as Ron himself even admits later on, that’s only part of it. The fact is, he does the one thing he’s not supposed to do here: he cracks under the pressure.

Harry is also angry at Dumbledore for failing to provide more information about the Horcruxes. There’s a lot of frustration in this chapter (and, if we’re being honest, this entire book). Harry is feeling desperate and hopeless, and the loss of Ron just amplifies his despair.

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