Harry Potter and the Final Chapter
From a Fan’s Point of View
By Lisa LeDuc
Friday, December 22nd, 2006
Today for me was a very different day. Not so much special, even though it was, but very, very different. Along with the rest of the Potterverse I avidly clicked on the door and the wind chimes to reveal Jo’s gift to her fans. A simple game of hangman spelled out the long-awaited title to the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Like the rest of the world I was ecstatic to receive the title that I’d spent many hours guessing and weeks looking forward to. It came in a truly Jo way, without fanfare and in a way that would ensure that the fans would get it first and not just any old journalist trawling cyberspace looking for something newsworthy. Only the truly dedicated would have worked out that puzzle. I have to admit I did a happy dance when I read it. I sat hungrily down, ready to analyze every possible meaning of the two simple words, when something very real and very heavy hit me. That was it. The last time I would ever wait eagerly to find out the title to a Harry Potter book. No more guessing, no more theorizing. It was for me the first page in the final chapter of the entire Harry Potter series.
Once I had the title, I sat trying to figure out exactly what could have been meant by Deathly Hallows. I felt that it read differently than the others. Even without having read the books anyone could surmise that Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix were possibly about items or groups of some kind and that Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince were about people. But how does one begin to imagine what Deathly Hallows are? All the waiting to finally hear the name of the book, so sure that it would be a clue, only to not even know if what the title describes has a physical...