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Book Evaluation 2: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Wednesday, June 24, 2009 8:36 AM

Book Read: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

From this story I have learnt many things and definitely more than one lesson. The lesson that truly stayed in my head was that everybody’s time must come, meaning that everyone must eventually die. Harry refused to believe that one should accept other’s deaths. He could not accept Tonks’, Fred Weasley’s, or Remus Lupin’s death, not even the death of his owl. Through the story Harry had to be taught his lesson, and he was not a fast learner. He only truly learnt the lesson when he discovered that he was a Horcrux, and in order to destroy Voldemort, all Horcruxes must be destroyed. Harry finally accepts that he has to die in order to destroy his enemy. Thus he submitted himself to death through Voldemort’s wand. He was later resurrected and finally defeated Voldemort. Before this he had already possessed all three hallows, and he had already become the Master of Death and that he no longer had to die, but still gave up the hallows to become mortal once again. This part of the story is extremely significant in symbolising that Harry had accepted death as everyone’s fate, and that he was not afraid of dying anymore.

The ending to the story would be about the consortiums the children of Harry and Ginny, Ronald and Hermoine, and Draco Malfoy. They would be sitting in the assembly area on their first day, awaiting the Sorting Hat to pick out their respective consortium. Albus Severus is Harry’s child, Rose is Ronald’s, and Scorpius is Draco’s. These are only the children that would be entering Hogwarts on their first day. This would be how it goes:

Albus Severus had his fingers crossed. What if he got into Slytherin? Harry would try to comfort him, but he would be able to feel the disappointment within his father.
“Rose Weasley!” came the cry of the Sorting Hat. Rose smiled sweetly at Albus, and he smiled back. He hoped that they could both be in Gryffindor. She walked up to the Hat confidently and let the Hat do its job.
“This one is pretty and mischievous, so very difficult to decide. She will go nicely in… Gryffindor!”
Albus’ chest felt unusually heavy, and the excitement made him feel nauseous. He was going to be next; he saw the ‘lips’ of the sorting hat parting and pronouncing every syllable of his name with perfect articulation.
“Albus Severus!” Albus walked quickly up the small flight of stairs, once accidentally tripping and causing giggles to form through the crowd of students present in the area. The Sorting Hat settled comfortably on Albus’ head, and seemed to have already decided which consortium he would be in.
“So this is the offspring of Harry Potter, eh? Why, then there leaves me no other choice than to put him in Gryffindor!” The last word rang in Albus’ head like a bell. He could hardly believe his luck! He stumbled back to his seat next to Rose, who gave him a pat on the back.
The rest of the Sorting was hardly eventful to Albus and his friend, but the final one who was Sorted was none other than Scorpius Malfoy. Rose whispered in his ear, “My daddy always told me to watch out for that one. He says I have to beat him in every test and not get to friendly with him, but my mommy says he’s a lot like Daddy.”
Albus replied, “He doesn’t look so bad. Maybe we should befriend him.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! He’s definitely getting into Slytherin, and Slytherin is our worst enemy!” Came Rose’s reply.
“Gryffindor!” Came the Hat’s unexpected declaration…
Albus and Rose soon discovered that Scopius actually made quite a good friend. Soon they started eating lunch together, and their parents also started to accept Draco, his father. All was going well in the school of Hogwarts.

Below is a short part of the story in Voldemort’s point of view:

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above, as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. Voldemort couldn’t help but flinch at the unbearably bright light, at least to him. Still, he shrieked in his highest hopes for the long awaited defeat of his nemesis, Harry Potter.
‘Avada Kedavra!’
Just when he thought he heard the bolt strike, he heard the boy just manage to retort, ‘ Expelliarmus!’
That, however weak a spell Voldemort knew it was, it managed to swerve the target for Voldemort’s killing spell onto its caster. As the bolt of evil red energy punctured his chest, he protested like he never did in his life, or his half-lives. The pain he could bear, but the triumph he saw in the boy’s eyes he knew he would bring with him down into hell, he could not. His physical form lurched, and Voldemort fell to the ground, the look of utter defiance still ebbed in his features.

The author most likely wrote this book for people to understand how deep her understanding of hardship is. Through all that drama and fantastic storyline, the book is most importantly about a troubled young boy, struggling to understand his family heritage, and struggling to find acceptance in those around him. Some say that JK Rowling’s life revolves around the same things as Harry Potter: always trying to hide from her troubles and finally dealing with one problem, such as poverty, just to find out that there are consequences to the fame she has gained while become a bestselling author. Harry’s life is ironic in a similar way as he spends most of his life trying to destroy Voldemort, but in the end realises he has to die for others to make him mortal.