He was abruptly awake in the sour-smelling darkness; Nagini had released him. He scrambled up and saw the snake outlined against the landing light: it struck, and Hermione dived aside with a shriek: her deflected curse hit the curtained window, which shattered. Open air filled the room as Harry ducked to avoid another shower of broken glass and his foot slipped on a pencil-like something — his wand —
He bent and snatched it up, but now the room was full of the snake, its tail thrashing; Hermione was nowhere to be seen and for a moment Harry thought the worst, but then there was a loud bang and a flash of red light and the snake flew into the air, smacking Harry hard in the face as it went, coil after heavy coil rising up to the ceiling. Harry raised his wand, but as he did so his scar seared more painfully, more powerfully than it had done in years.
‘He’s coming! Hermione, he’s coming!‘
As he yelled, the snake fell, hissing wildly. Everything was chaos: it smashed shelves from the wall and splintered china flew everywhere as Harry jumped over the bed and seized the dark shape he knew to be Hermione —
She shrieked with pain as he pulled her back across the bed: the snake reared again, but Harry knew that worse than the snake was coming, was perhaps already at the gate, his head was going to split open with the pain from his scar —
(Source: J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Bloomsbury 2007, ISBN 978-0-7475-9105-4.)
While typing the fragment above, I immediately felt all the excitement and nervousness again that I felt when reading it for the first time. J.K. Rowling’s words are that powerful.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the seventh and last book, is astonishingly beautiful. It’s exciting on so many levels; danger is lurking in the corner at all times. The many fights are brutal, not ever had so many people (good or bad) lost their lives in a Harry Potter book. Many times I cried, because the events in the book were too heart-breaking not to.
But like the previous Harry Potter books, this is also not just a book about magic and exciting fights and trying to save the world from the dark side. It’s about friendships, loyalty, sacrifices, betrayal and trust as well. It’s about the deepest feelings and hardest struggles we all know. Real-life problems in a magical world.
I do not like these books. I do not love them even. I worship them. Every single one. J.K. Rowling managed to create a world so powerful that you cannot imagine it not being real. She created characters so real, you start to love them deeply and you feel most devastated when she decides to take them away from you. She has created such an enchanting magical bubble for me to hide in every day, that I cannot believe it is all over now. I cannot believe never reading about Harry Potter and Hogwarts and Grimmauld Place again. (I finished this last book on March 30, 2015 and now, almost three months later, I still feel the same.) I can only hope that one day, J.K. Rowling will write a new series, starring the descendants of all Hogwart’s students of the Harry Potter age.