I grew up reading the Harry Potter Series. I grew with the characters, and the end of the series was not something I looked forward to. Despite wanting to discover how the series ended, I was disheartened and elated as I closed the book at the end of Deathly Hallows. The hardest pill to swallow was that there would be no more adventures to read about, and now that the movies are almost finished I am approaching that old familiar juxtaposition of excitement for what is to come and longing for it to never come (because then it’s truly over).
I found the truth about Dumbledore’s past to be utterly relieving because I had been mimicking Harry’s resentment throughout the seventh novel. It was horrible to think that Rita Skeeter could actually be right about something, and that Dumbledore could be wrong. I had always viewed Dumbledore as almost a god-figure before he died The Half-Blood Prince. I was disillusioned by his death because I couldn’t comprehend how the man with the plan, the man who always seemed to have another trick up his sleeve, could be dead. Also, the revealing of Snape’s true motives was especially poignant for me; I knew that he liked Lily Potter, but I never could have guessed the deep love that drove him to protect Harry. I felt an intense sadness that Snape died before Harry knew the truth.
I was so pleased with the epilogue of the seventh novel—I wish J.K. Rowling would write an entire novel about the epilogue! However, it was incredibly exciting to see the characters who I had grown up with finally be romantically linked with the people I had guessed/wanted them to be with.
In a social context, I think the Harry Potter Series can be read and related to by a wide variety of readers, which is precisely why the series has grown to be so popular. The themes of the series are so epic, so relevant to any reader that both children and adults are enraptured in the story’s adventurous persistence to love—no matter what.
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