‘Agreed,’ said Fred. ‘So, people, let’s try and calm down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a Basilisk, listeners. One simple test: check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into it’s eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.’
So. It’s here. Book 7. The finale. Can Harry defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (you can’t say it now as the Death Eaters will instantly know where you are!), save the world and bag the girl?
After Dumbledore’s death at the end of book 6, I was really hoping it wasn’t really the end, that he would come back in this book, to guide Harry as he had done before. But no, instead his legacy is tarnished as Rita Skeeter brings out a book that airs a few skeleton’s in the old wizards closet, was he really responsible for his sisters death?
As Harry finally reaches 17, the charm that has protected the Dursley’s house lifts, and so the Order of the Phoenix assemble to try and move Harry to the safety of the burrow. As you can imagine, someone (and I think we all know who) spills the date and time and the party is ambushed.
Once those that make it are safely at the burrow, there’s preparation for Bill and Fleur’s wedding, a time for hope in these dark times. Except that half way through Kingsley Shacklebolt sends a message through that the ministry has fallen, and the spells protecting the Weasley’s home are lost. The Dark Lords followers pounce. Harry, disguised as a distant Weasley cousin, Ron and Hermione escape and have to prematurely start their quest. Yes, Harry has a mission, and his 2 closest friends are up for the ride. Their summer has been spent preparing and packing, there will be no return to Hogwarts this year for our hero’s.
Which is just as well because Snape is headmaster! Snape! That snake…That treacherous, sneaky little…well, it matters not, he’s in charge and Death Eaters are on the staff! As the ministry roll out an anti muggle agenda and try to clear out all non-pure wizards the wizarding population feels the cold fingers of You-Know-Who wrap around them. The book almost becomes the Empire Strikes Back of the series, as it looks more and more bleak for the good guys.
It’s not all rosy for Harry, Ron and Hermione either. No plan, no idea where the horcruxes are, hunted down they struggle to go on, until Ron, desperately worried for his family’s safety abandons Harry and Hermione.
The two of them receive help from unexpected quarters, and as they close in on a Horcrux, Ron returns in the nick of time. As usual Harry’s uncontrollable rage lands them in trouble, and they are captured and taken to the Malfoy’s mansion. Lucikly the Dark Lord is away, hunting for a wand that will beat Harry’s, which apparently is the fabled elder wand, of the Deathly Hallows. As Hermione is being tortured by Bellatrix, they are rescued by someone who has the same piercing blue eyes as Dumbledore and Dobby!
Finally there is one Horcrux left, and it’s at Hogwarts. Harry even knows where it is! But going back there will certainly mean being captured..or will it? Dumbledore’s Army reforms, Professor McGonnogal and the other teachers drive out Snape and the Death Eaters and the stage is set.
Voldemort brings his army to the gates of Hogwarts, protected by it’s eternal guardians, but Harry has to face his destiny, as there is another, unknown Horcrux. Before it’s done though, Voldemort realises how he can control the wands, and that’s bad news for Snape.
With his hated teacher gone, Harry finally learns the truth, and with the final horcrux is destroyed, it’s time for the final battle, good versus evil. Once for all the world will know who the greatest wizard is, as Molly Weasley takes on Bellatrix. Only kidding, she does, but while that’s going on, Harry and Voldemort finally square up and there can only be one winner..
And then it was over, the wounded patched up and the dead honoured. After I finished, I didn’t look at another book for over a week, I didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, to say goodbye to Harry and Ron and Hermione, to Ginny and Neville and Molly and Arthur Weasley, Hagrid, Professor McGonnogall, Luna Lovegood and even Kreacher.
So, Thank you, J.K. Rowling. Thank you for Harry Potter. I enjoyed reading the books when they first came out, and I have enjoyed them even more now, 20 years after the first book came out. The books transported me to Hogwarts, made me wish I was a wizard, so I could give the password to the fat lady (I’d have to be in Gryffindor), run up staircases that moved, got to cast spells, drunk butter beer and saw dragons and Hippogriffs and all manner of wondrous creatures from my imagination. That you weaved it into a story that compelled children and adults alike is a testament to brilliant, wonderful storytelling.
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest and felt his heart. He could hear the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.
‘Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?’
The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
‘Yes.’ he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
‘He is dead!’ Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.