So. Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows. How does it end? Let me tell you:
After a quick sweep through the wizarding world and just the slightest bit of luck (who’d imagine a simple spell like “accio Horcruxes” would work?), Harry and his friends gather the last remaining Horcruxes, artifacts created by Dark Magic and containing fragments of the Dark Lord’s soul, rendering him near immortal. Unable to destroy them, Harry and his company hold council with the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix. Even the greatest minds are stumped. Whatever they throw at the vile relics, whatever spell or potion they come up with, nothing is able to even scratch them.
Then, from a portrait, Dumbledore (surely the wisest wizard of his age), speaks:
The Horcruxes cannot be destroyed, Harry, by any craft that anyone here possesses. The Horcruxes were conjured from the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can they be unmade. They must be taken deep into The Deathly Hallows and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence they came. One of you must do this.
A map is summoned, and the Deathly Hallows, a volcanous mountain range in eastern Albania, is located. Not wasting another moment, Harry, Ron and Hermione get the Horcruxes, and *poof*, they apparate at the foot of Mount Doom, deep in the Deadly Hallows. Climbing to the summit, they are so focused on their task, that they don’t notice that the treacherous Snape — appointed by Lord You-Know-Who as guardian of Mount Doom — is following them. Descending into the crater, they cross a small and fragile bridge to a platform in the very heart of the volcano.
Savoring the moment of their triumph over the Dark Lord, the three friends are disarmed by Snape with a simple Expelliarmus-spell. With their wands flying into the fiery pit below, they have no choice but surrender the Horcruxes. What no-one suspected, was that the power of his Dark Master’s soul would react violently to Snape’s treacherous nature. As he looses his wand, a fight ensues, which ends with Snape slipping over a lock of his own greasy hair, which Hermione had unceremoniously yanked from his head after he bit of Ron’s left-ear. Taking the evil relics with him, Snape falls to his (fiery) doom. Disapparating again, the friends return to the Headquarters of the Order, an abandoned shack in an anonymous suburb of London.
From all over England, reports of Dark Magic being lifted come in. Quickly an all-out search for the weakened Dark Lord is organized. Of course, it is Harry who finally finds and corners Lord What’s-His-Face. Weakened beyond hope of resurrection by the destruction of the largest part of his soul, Lord You-Know-Who begs throws his last trick: he transforms to his animal self. But alas! With his powers nearly depleted, Lord Voldemort is unable to transform to his usual lion form, which would have ripped Harry to pieces. No, all the Dark Lord is now able to manage is a cute fluffy little kitten. Adoringly, Harry picks up little Voldy, and walks of towards the sunset…
- Book read
- JK Rowling — Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows
- First line
- Two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
As a bonus, I’ve dug up a five year old trailer for the then current Harry Potter movie. Enjoy.
And yes, I know, the book stuff is getting old. I’ll try to be back with the regular programming shortly.