Chapter Thirty-Six: The Parting of the Ways
- I say it a lot, and I’m saying it again: I love Minerva McGonagall.
- This latest declaration brought to you by the fact that she looks utterly sickened by Fake Moody’s confessions, but is so pure Gryffindor she still agrees to stand guard over him to protect others, her wand in her ‘steady hand’.
- I also love Sirius; this latest because he’s waiting for Harry in Dumbledore’s office, risk of being discovered be damned, because Harry needs him.
- His hands are shaking as he helps Harry into a chair, and I love him as much for that as I do McGonagall for her steady hands.
- Questioning my liking of Fawkes, though. Sure, his magic makes Harry feel better as he’s recounting the awful night at the graveyard, but it’s really seeming like he’s doing Dumbledore’s bidding in forcing bravery into Harry, and that is vaguely creepy.
- Know why else I don’t like Dumbledore? Harry confesses that Wormtail cut him with a knife, and Dumbledore races around the desk to see it, and has the time to look satisfied (which yeah, proof your plan worked, now Harry and Volders are physically connected, Harry maybe won’t permanently die if Volders kills him, but still—sympathy much?) but he doesn’t bother to heal the cut? Seriously?
- Also Fawkes is already doing Dumbledore’s bidding, and we know that phoenix tears heal wounds, because they healed a cut in Chamber that was poisoned with basilisk venom that would’ve killed Harry. So why can’t Dumbledore, or Fawkes, heal a knife wound Harry got like an hour before?
- Whatever. At least Sirius is there, even through the agony of realising Harry’s just seen an echo of his parents, and had his ever first conversation with them. Even though Sirius himself misses them–probably even more than Harry.
- Not to dull Harry’s suffering—it’s just that Harry can’t miss what he hasn’t had, can he? He can’t remember them; he can long for them, but he can’t technically miss them. Whereas they were about all Sirius had—Sirius sure can miss them. And has, through his twelve years of waiting in Azkaban–and, I’m sure, in the cold and hard nights living in a damn cave near Hogwarts, the place where they became so important to him, where they were all happy.
- Don’t mind me. In agony of my own for him.
- Dumbledore’s got some cheek. He finally takes Harry to the Hospital Wing, only to order the Weasleys and Hermione not to question Harry on his night–when he’s just spent an hour grilling him on it without so much as healing his cuts.
- I would have trouble respecting that, or him for saying that, if I was Hermione or a Weasley. That’s all.
- Maybe only marginally more respect than I have for Cornelius Fudge full stop. For just being his idiot self, but specifically for interrupting Minerva McGonagall when she’s trying to report that idiocy.
- No one! Insults! Minerva McGonagall! In front! Of! Me!
- Insult Dumbledore if you want, though. I’m sure it’d spark a genuinely interesting discussion.
- I wish I had a Hagrid umbrella.
- Also don’t threaten Hogwarts and stick your head in the sand because you’re scared when you’re literally in charge of running the entire wizarding world, Corny.
- But that one surely goes without saying.
- Just like Sirius and Snape continuing to hate each other, even though Dumbledore’s asked them not to. Wise up, Albus.
- I mean, he asked nicely. That’ll do away with two decades of hatred.
- And we finish on Mrs Weasley hugging Harry like a mother, the likes of which Harry can’t recall ever experiencing–and excuse me, I’ve got to go and rid my throat of the dragon egg-sized lump that’s formed in it.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Beginning
- It always trips me out when books end on chapter titles like ‘The Beginning’.
- I’d just rather focus on that than the actual beginning of this chapter, which is Harry meeting the grief-stricked Diggorys. Because ouch.
- At least we’ve got a catch up with Hagrid, having the sense to talk real to Harry, telling him it’s okay that he’s not okay, and delivering some sound logic: “No good sittin’ worryin’ abou’ it. What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.”
- We should all get that tattooed, right?