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Chapter 54.5: Looping In.
🕑 Added 2024-11-08 09:56:25 +0000 UTCChapter 54.5: Looping In.
Pool Warehouse Set, Leavesden. August 2010.
Nineteen years later had initially been written, or at least conceptualised in Jo’s mind, nearly a decade ago. And because of that quirk, the first draft epilogue came as both too late in the story and too soon in her mind for it.
Many things had changed since then.
[“Two ter a boat! No more’n two ter a boat!” Hagrid bellowed and swung his enormous arm - one holding a lantern and the other brandishing his iconic pink parasol - to usher the newest graduating class of Hogwarts on their return journey home.
The water in the artificial pool sloshed wetly on the boathouse fabrication that sat atop it. It groaned and creaked with every lapping wave, and stomping student, that battered against its battle beaten boards.
Though just about everything surrounding the castle was the same way. Students and teachers included.
I hung back in one corner. The camera operator angled the lens directly at me in a wide shot from the furthest diagonal corner of the set. Carefully, I avoided letting my line-of-sight stare directly down the aperture. I flitted my observation across the procession happening between us.
Merely two months on since Voldemort’s final transformation into a visible cadaver, everyone and everything were little better. But better, nonetheless.
Sure, they were haggard as Flitwick eagerly and excitedly shook noodly hands. Mourning, as Sprout dabbed her eyes while being comforted. Often even scarred, like Lavender Brown, who stood proud as McGonagall straightened out her collar to reveal a recovering, red bite mark courtesy of a now euthanized Greyback.
Thinner in numbers than the start of our journey seven years prior, yet all four houses were still represented in the graduating class. Even if there were large patches missing from the full picture, a few younger faces filled those gaps. Some from the lower NEWT years, those like Ginny and Luna - who'd suffered too much under the death eater regime at Hogwarts - flew the coop with their OWLs as enough. Deciding against adding more bodies haunting the castle's corridors.
One by one, they paired up, paraded down the declining ramp, and clambered into their designated dinghies, at Hagrid’s boisterous urging. I watched silently from where I was, while the cameras lost and found me beyond the bobbing heads.
On cue, my attention swapped to the window beside me, and the camera dollied forward through the tail end of the crowd. Both our views focused outside. Green, and nothing else. Except for the lighting rig hidden out of frame. The spotlight employed as the setting sun lowered slowly from my head, face and torso until it disappeared fully underneath the sill, casting me into darkness.
Post production would later construct the scene to display the red and purple hues of a dying dusk being swallowed by the horizon. And just as it dips, casting the sky into nightfall, Hogwarts blooms in its stead. Lit windows and lanterns would stream rays of light out to contour the pockmarked surface of the castle edifice. Ultimately emphasising that, though badly damaged, it stood strong and was under concerted repair. An allegory for the wizarding world at large.
Moreover, a symbol for me and the new chapter I was taking in life.
I shut my eyes, took a deep, calming breath, and turned away from the window. The reflection of the scene outside swiped off my glasses, the camera zoomed for an extreme close-up on my face, and it got the most soulful gaze I could muster - for only a fleeting second - straight down the lens.
“C’mon up, Harry!” Hagrid’s booming voice snapped me out of my introspection. Both I and the camera panned to him waving me over to the boats. “We can’t leave without ye. The clouds’re comin’ in. Better hurry before it rains, ye hear?”
With a subtle upturn at the edge of my lips, I approached Hagrid. Not really, actually. My marker was a few feet to the side of him to force perspective and create the illusion of a size difference. I wasn’t quite as small as I used to be when I filmed my first ever scene. “Not particularly worried about that, am I, Hagrid? After all, that new umbrella I gave you should keep us all well dry.”
He puffed up with pride, but just as hurriedly hunched down secretively and tapped the umbrella nervously on the floorboards twice. Our eyes conspicuously fell onto the handle, where there were these odd-looking round knots.
Once upon a time it was Hagrid’s old snapped wand that resided there. Now, known only to the two of us, the elder wand had been slotted in as a replacement. “Roight ye are, Harry. Don’t think I’ll be givin’ yer tubby cousin a pig’s tail with this one, aye?”
Dumbledore always entrusted Hagrid with the important things. Things that needed to be kept safe and handled with care, like me, as a glaring example. I saw no good reason to buck that trend. “I’ll trust you to know what’s best.” Shrugging at my comment (as well as the weight of that specific responsibility off my shoulders), I slid down the slope and settled into my wading sloop. “Let’s set off, yeah? You owe me one last sailing trip.”
The boat rocked gently as I seated myself on the wooden slat. Hagrid might’ve taken the bench in front of me, but he got into his own boat because mine was occupied by a big blue ball.
A pyrotechnic charge attached near it went off. Smoke, sparks, and a small gout of flame flashed in front of me. I reacted instinctively, drawing a wand, but just as rapidly pointing its tip down towards my feet when I realised it was Fawkes the phoenix making himself known and comfortable.
That little puff of special effects magic was the practised sign for the Hogwarts educators to send us off.
McGonagall, in her fondly stern tone, got started, echoing her speech from when we had joined the school. “In a few moments, you will leave these halls for the last time. But before we do, we must speak about your houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin as well.”
A still sniffling Sprout stepped in for the second part. “In here, the houses acted as your homes. Out in the real world, however, you will find that it is the friendships you’ve fostered and families you’ve forged that will carry you through from here on out.”
Flitwick followed behind them and fervently raised his fist above his head. “There are no points left for us to give or take. No drudgery of homework left for you to do, or rules left to break. Your triumphs and failures will all be born of your own wit and grit.”
McGonagall brought it all home; with a quick swish and flick, she launched us out onto the lake. “Be brave, be loyal, be clever, and be cunning.” Her trembling voice floated alongside all of us. “But above all, be sure that at Hogwarts, you shall always have a home!”
We drifted away from the dock in a shock of heartfelt hollers, and tearful thanks.
Our rafts automatically rowed on rails until everything except the students, the fake lake, and the green screen sky remained in the frame. As we halted, underwater jets kicked on before it could grow stagnant. The created current made it seem as if we were in motion across the limited body of water.
I glanced over to my right-hand-side, at the vessel closest to mine. Ron and Hermione shared their boat and their plans for the future.
“Shacklebolt offered me a position at the Ministry,” barely half a minute out of school and Hermione expressed excitement about bogging herself down with fresh work. “I’ll be working directly under him on reform policies. There’s so much to fix - Muggleborn rights, S.P.E.W… It’s a start.” Though it had to be said, she’d definitively sorted out her priorities.
“Percy’ll be joining you, I hear. Can’t keep away from us Weasleys, can you?” Ron teased. Hermione responded with a reflexive kick to his shin, and they both devolved into essentially playing footsie with each other. “My view’s not raring up to be all that different. I’m heading to help George with Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Reckon he needs a hand… once he’s sorted, though, I’m gunning for the Cannons. I don’t care how long it takes me, or what I’ll have to do. They’re going to win the league if I’ve got anything to say about it.”
“Hah! Un-bloody-likely!” We collectively turned to my left where Ginny announced herself, while Luna sat with her and paddled her fingertips in the water off the side of the boat. “The Holyhead Harpies have already scouted me. Looks like I’m the one set for a real career in Quidditch.” Done pestering her older brother, Ginny’s scrutiny then arrived on me. “You know, you should consider it, too. Seeker spots always need filling,” as a result of bludger induced occupational hazard, “who knows, we may even end up playing together. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
I tilted my head, moved my eyes up and to the left til just below my upper eyelid, as if I was contemplating the decision. “Can’t say I’m not tempted.” But ultimately remained non-committal. “At the very least, you’ll find me in the cheering section at each of your matches.”
“Oh, that’s a splendid idea, Harry! Repurposing my roaring lion cap into a shrieking harpy sounds like a rather curious project. The both of us can visit Ginny in between travelling the world.” She flicked her fingers, sending droplets scattering over my face. “What do you say, Harry? I would appreciate your company while I work on my magizoology mastery.”
“So that’s how it is, is it?” Ginny challenged Luna with squinted eyes.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ginevra.” Luna in response, dipped her fingers back in, dodged the conversation, and donned her dotty persona. The laughs they shared still weighed heavy, but its echoes carried further on lighter winds.
In a boat further down the line, Blaise Zabini let out a huff, wincing as he examined a fresh splinter lodged in his palm. “Brilliant. Just what I needed, another injury to add to my collection,” he muttered, trying to pry it out.
Neville, seated across from him, energetically reached down to his feet and produced his cherished Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Giving a gelatinized pustule a firm squeeze, the prop plant oozed out a viscous, corn-starch based fluid. Without waiting for permission, he snatched Blaise’s hand and applied it where he was pretending it hurt.
Blaise recoiled at the stench, nose wrinkling. “Merlin’s beard, Longbottom! What is that?”
“Stinksap. It’ll help the splinter work its way out and prevent infection. It’s St.Mungos for me after this. Herbology has a lot to offer healing. I want to see how far I can take it.”
Zabini looked doubtful but stayed still, muttering a begrudging “Thanks,” then chuckled under his breath. “If only Malfoy could see me now.”
Hearing that, I peered down at the familiar wand I’d been twirling around my fingers. Draco Malfoy’s. Ron noticed, stretched across the gap, and tried to snatch it off me. “I still can’t believe you kept that. It’d be better off digging bogeys out of a troll’s nostrils.”
I leaned away as his fingertips barely brushed past me. Tucking Draco’s wand away into my pocket, I swapped it out for my elder-wand-repaired holly wand. “S’only with me temporarily. Told him I’d hand it back to him once he’s done playing witness to help track and testify against every death eater and sympathiser.”
“Wouldn’t shake hands with that slimy git,” Ron harrumphed.
“He owes me a debt, either way. Plus, he knows all the ‘right’ sort, remember?”
Quiet conversations were once more overtaken by the ebb and flow of the streaming water below. In that quiet moment, my mind drifted back to first year, when we’d crossed these same waters. Now, though, something felt incomplete. I peered over the side at my reflection, scarcely discernible on the unreasonably dark liquid surface. Glancing up, I acted as though thick, roiling rain clouds were blanketing the sky. “No. That just won’t do tonight.”
Wielding my prop holly wand, I cast the first spell Hogwarts taught. “Lumos.” The marble-sized hollow plastic ball glued to the tip had its internal LED light up. I twitched my wrist, the tether attached to the ball yanked it off the wand, and sent the orb skipping over the water, until it was reeled completely overhead.
“Lumos.”
“Lumos.”
“Lumos.”
The rest were quick to catch on, and from every boat pinpricks of light ascended into the sky. CGI would complete the effect, but the new constellation mirrored in the less murky depths was a good first sign. Not to mention that according to the screenplay - this was the precise moment when that legendary John Willaims score would twinkle in one last time.]
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King’s Cross Platform 4, London. August 2010.
The epilogue was always gonna end at the train station. It had to.
On-location filming was as impractical as ever, but the practical realism of it all spurred us on regardless. We had a narrow timeframe, squeezed inside the non-operable hours of the station from half-one to five in the morning, to catch the shot.
Complaints, naturally, were all around from anyone but the make-up department who had it the easiest among us because of the late hour.
[Speakers whined, mimicking screeching brakes. The Hogwarts Express carriage had been ground to a halt since it had first pulled into the station a couple hours ago. Ron, Hermione, and I weathered the hissing steam from where we stood on our markers.
Ron was the first to zip out of the obscuring fog as he and the other passengers reunited with their families.
I was on the outside again. It was a familiar feeling to me. Hermione, though, was getting her first taste of it as I observed her distantly scan the mingling crowd for a pair of someones whom she knew wouldn’t be there. I nudged her softly, breaking her out of a trance.
“You know, Luna had a point about travel,” I said in an attempt to lift her spirits. “I’ve never been outside Britain. A little trip to Australia sounds nice, yeah?”
She craned her neck and looked up at me with unshed tears and a quivering chin, but her answer held no hesitation. “Better book a flight soon, then. I’ll need two extra tickets on the return.” The Wilkinses would re-adopt the Granger moniker any day now.
“Don’t forget to count me in!” Ron slung an arm over Hermione’s shoulder.
Who immediately entwined her fingers with his. “Well, I suppose I’ll need somebody to carry the luggage.”
Before I experienced an iota of loneliness, a soft body crashed hard into me with a warm embrace. Molly Weasley fussed over us immediately, clucking her tongue and smoothing out our hair. “Shall we, dears? It’s getting late. I have your rooms already prepared.” Announcing her intention to drag both of us to the Burrow.
I gave her shoulder a thankful, comforting squeeze as I wrangled out of her grasp. “Actually… I’ve sort of got somewhere else to be.”
“You most certainly do not, young man! Where do you think-!?” I stalled her encroaching tirade by jutting my chin behind her. She whipped around, arms crossed and ready to rock, before crumbling away almost instantly. “Ah. Yes, of course.” Molly turned back to me with a softened mien and raised her hand up to stroke my cheek. I pressed myself deeper into it. “It’d be cruel, and a fool’s errand to steal you away from them, wouldn’t it? Fine then, but you better bloody well put that watch I gave you to good use. I expect you to be punctual for dinner every time. Don’t even think about being late!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Saying my piece, I slipped through the redheaded huddle and approached my future.
Andromeda Tonks stood alone in a deserted section of the platform. Weary, but with the stiffest upper lip, and somehow stiffer spine, as she cradled her bundled up grandson. My godson, Teddy Lupin. A real baby and the youngest actor in the entire series.
The camera panned around, steadied, and blocked us on opposite ends of the shot frame. She stood statuesque where she was. I held firm a few feet away, leaving a small chasm separating us. Andromeda’s eyes uncertainly flickered over my form. “You don’t have to do this, you know? We’ll be fine on our own.” Rachel Weisz’s signature raspy voice added effectively to how rough she’d been made to appear.
Resolve flowed through me. “I know.” My feet took a single step forward.
Andromeda’s lips pursed, her voice laced with quiet concern. “This isn’t going to be easy.”
Another stubborn step ahead. “Never expected it to be.”
“There are so many things you could do, places you could go!” Her voice wavered. Reluctantly imploring me to reconsider my decision.
Warnings went unheeded as I pressed on. Tonks’ and Remus’ unfounded hopes - Sirius’ and mine unfulfilled desires - pushed me onward. One last, crisp stride, and I cleared the canyon. “I’m not going anywhere. Only home.”
“I-I can’t lose anyone again, neither can Teddy. You can’t guarantee that.” Setting my trunk on the floor, I tenderly took the baby from her trembling arms and tucked him into the crook of my elbow.
“I can, and I will.” Then, just like in the script, the book, and in real life, I extended my pinky finger and wrapped it around Andromeda’s. “I promise.”]
Comments
David Karlsson
Fanfiction has more to work with when it's not just based on a name like the next generation...with the exception of Daphne Greengrass.
Bar Calak
plenty of real estate to explore for sure!
Bar Calak
more like two arrows pointing in the same direction haha but basically the same shape
Krantz37
I think in this universe more fanfiction will be written about Harry's life after Hogwarts than during. The story may be over, but just like real life, the future is an undiscovered country.
Joshua Elotu
The Luna/Ginny/Harry love triangle implied is comedy gold. Or did I read too much into that interaction.
Dalen
Honestly bas would be perfect for Project X
J.C. Anders
Y'know what would be dope? If they did that Twilight thing where they show all the named characters throughout the films during the credits.
Philip
I don't think I've ever read any fanfic where hagrid gets the elder wand to keep safe and replace his wand, thats the first time I've read it in like 15 years of fanfics and I love the idea that the most powerful wand in universe is in the hands of a filthy half breed who never even finished school lol
Scott
God damn I love this story.
Pontus
I doubt this is the end of the Potter verse for Bas. Lore books, a better fantastic beast trilogy :)
Pontus
There is nothing that says that you cant do a movie and/or book with JK rowling when he is old like a good cursed child.
Bar Calak
I bet Bas is gonna be wondering the same thing soon.
Catherine Colin
Oh ok, that makes more sense.
Bar Calak
God I just realized how the wording made it look after I read your second comment about them being ghosts Haha no. I just meant that asong as they completed their owls they could opt out of newts - since that's considered minimum required education. Not everyone would want to go back after suffering through the last year.
Mr Mouse
This was incredibly sweet, and I'm immensely grateful; Of course the question remains, what now for Bas?
Catherine Colin
So the younger years were allowed to cross the lake? Or was this a special trip for the survivors able to continue on while the dead would be left behind, Forever Young?
Bar Calak
Woops good catch 'Thinner in numbers than the start of our journey seven years prior, yet all four houses were still represented in the graduating class. Even if there were large patches missing' Lets say I neglected to include this line: from the full picture, a few younger faces filled those gaps. Some from the lower NEWT years, those like Ginny and Luna - who'd suffered too much under the death eater regime at Hogwarts - flew the coop with their OWLs as enough. Deciding against adding more bodies haunting the castle's corridors.'
Soh•M©
Early graduation maybe ?
Catherine Colin
Unless their actually dead and being talked to through the ring hallow?
Catherine Colin
I like it. I really did like the epilogue . I’m just confused. Why Ginny and Luna are there when they’re a year behind the main cast.
Relayed
Grew old while settled on their track is a great way to describe the problem with the fate of the trio during the end of the original epilogue. You are also absolutely correct about the matter of choices in regarding entering adult hood. After all “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” Harry chose to heal his greatest trauma by helping another child orphaned by war. Iroh would be proud. The previous generation married early most likely due to the war and the threat of death being ever present. This generation has the luxury of growing and and their brain to finish developing before choosing what kind of life they want for themselves. A change to the wizarding world itself seen through the characters.
Memory Dump
You goddamn bet it is.
Bar Calak
Salut!
Bar Calak
I wanted it to parallel with his own childhood (without Sirius ) and how hopefully he aims to make it better for teddy than he had it. Sorta makes it come full circle.
Bar Calak
Oh, for sure! There absolutely has to has to has to be a ragee. It's Bas final opportunity to throw a crew party for HP. And FedEx is always there for clean up!
Bar Calak
You always pick up on such minute details - which I do feel most do, but so few remember them - including me! Hahaha! Defo make taking the time to slip clues into my prose so so so worth it. Yea I gave my reasoning in an earlier reply, your points are mirror my own. <3
Bar Calak
Yup. With each person's dialogue I was trying to show in what direction each character was choosing to grow. Harry dad, Hermione ministry, Neville herby healer, Malfoy actual redemption, etc. Just my preference over 19 years later. Nothing more tbh haha.
Leafninja91
I loved this epilogue. I thinks its so important that Harry is going to be there for Teddy. He is the last family Harry has after all.
Treebeard Joshua
That was one hell of a chapter, Cheers!
Bar Calak
Hey that's totally and absolutely fair. The customer is always right in matters of taste. Your critique is always constructive so I remain thankful. That said, I hope it's not too defensive if I go through my reasoning with regards to your specific issues with it. 1st on growing up: in my opinion the og epilogue didn't have Harry grow up, just grow old. To me it always felt like he never grew out of waht he was forced to be when younger, and just continued to live life on tracks someone else put him on. His kids names is a good example - he never moved on from the past. It's true. Youre right. I didn't put a neat and tidy cap on the whole story. Because I don't think the world is that easy. He's still a teen, without a concrete idea of what he wants to do in future. Except for one undeniable urge - to raise his godson. Taking responsibility of a child - at least to me - is one of the most grown up things someone can do. But again, it's all about perspective. You're totes valid in thinking otherwise. There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing with each other haha! 2nd the pairings: I can respect your view here fully. Totes fair. If it came off as wishy washy and indecisive, then it was. My bad. I'll blame my poor writing because that wasn't my intention. i was more trying to get across that going forward Harry had choice. In love, in work, and life in general. Ginny and Luna were meant to serve as vehicles to showcase that. One offered quidditch as an example. The other offered travel/magizoology. And each made it known they were interested in their own unique way. Harry could pursue either or neither. The point is he gets something he never really had before. Choice and importanly - time. But if it didn't read that way, then nobody's fault but my own. Lesson learned maybe a little less poetry next time haha. And please there's never any need to sugarcoat anything with me. If Im doing a shit job I wanna know about it with full detail why and how - just as much as I want to know what you're enjoying. It's all to better myself, the story, and everyone's day!
Aagkard
Waku waku
Bar Calak
Sugar and spice is part of the recipe too!
Bar Calak
The next arc ain't too far off!
Bar Calak
Glad you continue to enjoy! The teddy bit has always been the image I've had in my mind since the start. The preceding bits came about more organically as the story grew to what it is. And great catch on the allegory with Harry, Andromeda, and teddy relating to Bas Rowling and HP.
Bar Calak
Can a brother get some Claritin up in here!?
Bar Calak
Now we gotta put them in a searing skillet and make those onions sweat
Bar Calak
Stinksap
Bar Calak
I think the last movies premiere is proba gonna be from a fans perspective.
Bar Calak
Hope that's a good damn!
Bar Calak
So no different than irl haha
Bar Calak
A new one set to begin fairly soon!
Relayed
Sacrificing one’s personal prestige and power in favor of finding joy in starting a home and nurturing the next generation is something Dumbledore preached but did not practice according to Rowling during her interview with Radcliffe. Harry isn’t without purpose as his priority at this moment is Teddy. Whatever adventure, career or relationship may come will only be secondary to the promise he made to look after the wellbeing of Teddy. That is growing up. Plus he’s 18 so it’s hard to set any of his future prospects in stone. The fact that he settled for what he had prior to the epilogue is what made the epilogue artificial to people like myself. Besides, adulthood doesn’t mean that you stop growing and changing. As one challenge ends another one begins. Ginny in the books may have been compatible with Harry at 16 and 17 but changing her lifestyle to that of a professional athlete will change her. Prioritizing the wellbeing of a child will change the way Harry grows. Once they leave school, they will all grow and develop under different circumstances and different environments. That combined with the trauma that they have to come to terms with means that they all have their own more mundane journey to go through. They may not be novel worthy adventure but they are adventures they have to go through to become their greater selves. I will not disagree with your opinion regarding the ending as most people like the original HP ending. I will disagree that he is acting like a teenager with no plan for his future. It takes a great man, not a teenager, to honor his word and take on the responsibility of a child unprompted. As for Ginny and Luna, you would recall that both provided relief and comfort to Harry when he was conflicted in the 5th and 6th books. In this version of the story, hints of their rivalry for Harry could also be seen during the DA meeting. You should also note that in this version of the story, the news of Luna’s capture resulted in Harry triggering the taboo willingly to rescue her. Something he said he would not do for his aunt. In this story they are tied for his affection.
McLuvin
Except it doesn’t show that they’re adults. It shows that they’re still children. I’m sure if you’re still in Uni, and you’ve never had a job, the idea of finally going out into the job market makes you feel grown up. But you’re not, you’re inexperienced and still a kid. Everything in this new ending screams ‘I’m still growing up and don’t know what to do with my life’. Maybe that’ll appeal to people in their later teens or early twenties, but it’s NOT the themes of the book. As I said, the original was clumsy and flat out cheesy and not good, but it was consistent. This is flip flopping and indecision. Edit: If I was going to be harsh, I might even call it scared. Scared to make a decision.
Heraclitus
Not to mention Harry/Draco. He *was* fondling Draco's wand...
Eduardo Torres
I don't think that the original is better, yes the final pairing in this one is open to interpretation, but the direction and the ending of where everyone's going is still being set, it's not even leaving a note that a sequel could be in the works, because of that personal promise she did to Andromeda kind of seals the deal on no more adventures, growing up is being shown by talking about the careers they're going to have and their plans now that they are adults.
Pope Yoda I
Infinitely preferable over the OG epilogue, which sucked such an enormous amount of ass it almost tanked the franchise. Instead of writing a traditional party / after-party, I encourage you to consider writing an after-party kegger à la 'The Hangover.' Example: MC wakes up completely naked, locked in the trunk of a car (which turns out to be the Weasley prop car). His only companion is a Hitachi wand on which someone wrote 'Elder Wand' in sharpie. On his journey of gradually reacquiring his clothes - starting with the most useless item, so perhaps a sock - he gradually recalls increasingly absurd details, ending with remembering that he left Emma in the driver's seat of that same car. Luckily, he learns that Fedex secreted her back to her trailer, leaving him to his just deserts.
McLuvin
I feel like this ending is actually weaker than the original. The original felt like an end, a bit of a silly, cheesy end, but an end. This feels like it couldn’t make up its mind. In the pairing, in Harry’s future and in the future of the Wizarding world. A story who’s theme is growing up, even if it didn’t always execute it well, and sometimes even poorly, has now ended with a teenager with no real plan for the future, no relationship, acting like he’s still a teenager. The original ending showed you he was a man now, even if it was clumsy. The shipping bait also felt weak. Just bite the bullet, Ginny wasn’t written well at times, but she was always the intended romance in the books, this felt like a reaction to her otl movie self, where’s she’s terrible. I’m not gonna sugar coat it, usually I’m very supportive of your work, but this was not a strong chapter in my personal option.
Soh•M©
Who's cutting onions 😟
War sage
Damn end of a era, and that ending
Relayed
Ron/Hermione/Harry, Harry/Fawkes, Harry/Malfoy (returning his wand)
Relayed
That was fantastic. Normally I would list the highlights of the chapter and explain what I enjoyed about them but this time I would have to list everything in the chapter. Never the less, Fawkes choosing him and taking the place of Hedwig and the open ended nature of character’s future feels more poetic and more appropriate than the original formulaic ending. Andromeda representing Rowling, Harry representing Bas, Teddy representing the IP's future.
Evertime
Man tears
Ben
Goddamn ninjas cutting onions.....
J.C. Anders
Count em off, Harry/Ginny, Harry/Luna, Harry/Andromeda, Neville/Blaise
David Karlsson
Sweet ending
Bryan
I didn't tear up, you teared up, you sap!
Aagkard
Very excited to see the fans reaction. Great chapter as usual.
Memory Dump
Damn... 😔
Yeno Memevig
The shipping wars will be insane
Michael og
The end of an era
