I love Harry Potter. This is common knowledge. I own trading cards (the kind that come with chocolate frogs). I went to see the movies at midnight on opening night and wore an HP T-shirt. I own every book and every movie and I’ve been to that magical place that is the Wizarding World at Orlando and I could have cried.
SO….of course I would read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. On a particularly rough day I was having recently, my sister showed up at my house with goodies for me, in the way of Tea Time magazines, a caramel Frappuccino…and the new Harry Potter book. Oh heavens. It’s the kind of deliciousness that makes you spend days reading while your children crawl all over you and remind you that they have to eat. Back in the olden days (pre-kids) I would have sat up and read that thing all night. These days, however, it takes longer. But I’ve finished and I want to TALK about it.
I will admit I had fears. First of all, I’m not big on reading scripts. I was in a screenwriting class in college for two days before I had to drop it and take something else like Southern Fiction. I’m fiction all the way. BUT this is an amazing script and reads like a novel. I wish it were a novel, to be honest, with details and all that good stuff. But it was really, really good. Second fear: some of the things JK has said about the characters post the perfection of Deathly Hallows has made me not excited. Like Ron’s two different jobs and Ginny off in the Quidditch Olympics forever, and the one time she said something like Harry probably should have ended up with Hermione (WHAT? Not even.). Sooo, I was a teeny bit afraid that Harry would be pining after Hermione and Ginny would be off playing Quidditch and so on.
But. Sigh. This was JK in her best form ever. It was truly a wonderful companion to the novels and I loved every second. It. Was. Magic. To be back in that world. To see Snape (one of my favorite characters). To see the adorableness of Ron and Hermione being Ron and Hermione. To see the connection between Harry and Ginny and what that looks like in a grown-up marriage. To get to know Albus and Scorpius. The threat of Voldemort–the hurting of the scar–I was so captivated.
(THANK YOU, SISTER, FOR BUYING ME THIS BOOK. LOVE.)
OK, spoiler situation. Read the book before continuing on.
I can’t help asking… who is the cursed child? Was it Albus? Cursed by Harry’s fame? Or Scorpius? Cursed by the rumors of his birth? Or Delphi? Cursed for being who she is? I was just a little sad to know that Albus was a Slytherin, but at the same time, it fit. He’s named after Severus as well and he’s a little of both. And Harry chose Gryffindor–what if the hat had meant to put him in Slytherin? Harry understands the dark side better than anyone and he’s seen the bravery and courage on both sides. Again, I loved seeing Snape, even in an alternate universe. Because he’s the same–spiteful and annoyed and choosing sacrifice anyway. He’s such a multi-faceted character. I LOVED hearing from Dumbledore, even from the paintings. He was still so…Dumbledore. I wanted to cry. Hearing both Draco and Ginny admit to having been jealous of the friendships of the other three felt so real and true–of course they would. The bond between Harry and Ron and Hermione was and is one that is enviable. And when you live through something like that together, I think pieces of you forever are knit to each other. Like the Lord of the Rings characters. Such a journey never leaves you, right? Seeing Draco have to work together with Harry and the others was great. He always seemed to be someone who never quite found himself. And when Harry says that he never goes it alone–that he always has help–oh gosh. That was Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Who needed Hagrid and Dumbledore and the Weasley’s and Hermione.
Oh. It still makes me cry. What a gift those stories are. I told Ashtyn that I think we’ll start reading book one together this year. She’s so excited because she’s been to the Wizarding World and had a taste of that magic.
She has no idea what true magic is to come with reading those books. Thank you, JK Rowling!