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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I have just finished
Okay, what follows under the cut is not a review of Harry Potter. It is, however, massively spoilery, and I think anyone who has both a) read the book and b) known me for any length of time, will know what it's about.
Remus Lupin is dead. REMUS LUPIN IS DEAD.
hathy_col carefully checked on my mental state more than once this afternoon, because, well, it's Remus. WAAAAAAAH.
Okay. I have decent commentary coming up, probably, at some point, where I will put my grown-up hat on and talk about, I dunno, themes and morals and narrative arcs and the soppy epilogue. Maybe. But before that, this. I am twenty years old. I picked up my first Harry Potter book when I was ten. I've been in fandom for most of the intervening period, too. So that's half of my life that these characters have lived and breathed in whatever the place is where fictional characters live, and they've been part of a glorious story that I've been listening to for half my life, and I don't feel any embarrassment whatsoever for sniffling through the last few chapters.
And more that - it's a damn good story. It's a story about good and evil, naturally, and about the importance of tolerance and co-existence, and about friendship. And the thing that stuck with me when I was ten was that Harry, at the beginning, is nervous about going on to secondary school even when he doesn't know he's going to Hogwarts. It was summer when I read it, and in September I was nervous about secondary school too, and I remember thinking clearly that it was funny, and kind of nice, that the same worry persisted through the shift into worlds of magic. And I worried about making friends, and library books, new subjects, house points and tuck shops, and GCSEs and A-levels, too. (Although I note with weird amusement that I got my A-levels and Harry never got his NEWTs!) There was a current of simple reality going through the stories which I appreciated for the ten years that followed.
And everyone knows that I loved Remus Lupin a whole, stupid, idiotic lot. It's quite a long time to have loved a fictional character, and I really have done. Yep, he's not real. Not even close. He's still dead, and
hathy_col are going to have a long lunch on Monday, and weep and wail and get thrown out for excessive displays of emotion.
So this is me raising a late-night toast - to Harry Potter, and the stories, characters and friends I've met through him, and to ten years of my life. Cheers.
Remus Lupin is dead. REMUS LUPIN IS DEAD.
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Okay. I have decent commentary coming up, probably, at some point, where I will put my grown-up hat on and talk about, I dunno, themes and morals and narrative arcs and the soppy epilogue. Maybe. But before that, this. I am twenty years old. I picked up my first Harry Potter book when I was ten. I've been in fandom for most of the intervening period, too. So that's half of my life that these characters have lived and breathed in whatever the place is where fictional characters live, and they've been part of a glorious story that I've been listening to for half my life, and I don't feel any embarrassment whatsoever for sniffling through the last few chapters.
And more that - it's a damn good story. It's a story about good and evil, naturally, and about the importance of tolerance and co-existence, and about friendship. And the thing that stuck with me when I was ten was that Harry, at the beginning, is nervous about going on to secondary school even when he doesn't know he's going to Hogwarts. It was summer when I read it, and in September I was nervous about secondary school too, and I remember thinking clearly that it was funny, and kind of nice, that the same worry persisted through the shift into worlds of magic. And I worried about making friends, and library books, new subjects, house points and tuck shops, and GCSEs and A-levels, too. (Although I note with weird amusement that I got my A-levels and Harry never got his NEWTs!) There was a current of simple reality going through the stories which I appreciated for the ten years that followed.
And everyone knows that I loved Remus Lupin a whole, stupid, idiotic lot. It's quite a long time to have loved a fictional character, and I really have done. Yep, he's not real. Not even close. He's still dead, and
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So this is me raising a late-night toast - to Harry Potter, and the stories, characters and friends I've met through him, and to ten years of my life. Cheers.
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*flails and shouts stuff*
*cuddle*
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*is clingy teary mess*
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There are so many ficlets I need to write now. Oh, so many....
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Ah well. At least he is happy and with Sirius again.
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I guess this is as good a time as any to thank you again for Mapmakers - I still love it, after all these years.
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and I want to read that fic you're writing already!
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I feel sure that some kind of memorial should be set up, for Characters We Have Loved.
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*clings to fic and shoebox*
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I love Lupin too, although I fell in love with him in the films the moment he turned the grammarphone on in the DADA lesson in Prisoner of Azkaban. I shall join you in the mourning for Lupin.
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And, heh - scraping and scrapping are BOTH GOOD. Although, is it wrong that my mental image of Teddy is now of a spiky-haired indie boy with eyeliner and very sharp teeth?
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I will add to this fannish pile of woe. *WEEPS*
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EXCELLENT.
Hai guyz, my literary boyfriend is SO STILL ALIVE.
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I thought of you when Remus died. *pets* He was great, yes, and there was a sad lack of him in this book, actually - he didn't even get a proper death scene!
Oh. Oh, Harry Potter.
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Oh, Remus John Lupin, how I've loved him. Colleen and I had a wake of sorts for him today, sitting in a diner eating ice-cream and moping. It was terribly pathetic, but I DO NOT CARE. Ten years of my life!
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Also, stop talking about Slings & Arrows. There is absolutely nothing worth fanning over, and I do need to be buying the S&A DVDs to fill that void in my life!
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Ah, Harry Potter. Nothing ever will be quite the same, will it? And - pssst. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owfeSoW-DmY) It's fab.
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