By far, this book proves to be the most fascinating in the series. It may be unexpected to stumble upon the cruel truths of life in such a short time. While reading, it seemed as if it isn't about Harry Potter anymore. It's about you, and your actions.
As the story unveils the truths behind Dumbledore's death and the lies that surround him after his death, one can be confused as Harry was, when he heard about what others said about Dumbledore. Some things can mean different to a person, and completely different to another...however close.
From Harry's escape from his Aunt and Uncle's home to the end of Lord Voldermort, every page is worthwhile. The story grips you and makes you keep reading till you know actually what made everyone do what they did. It may be surprising for some to know, that Dumbledore's death was planned by Severus Snape, and Dumbledore, himself.
Dumbledore even orders him to pass on the information about Harry's escape to the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Everything has a reason behind it, which works very well towards the end. The break-in into the Ministry, the visit to Godric's Hollow. The quest for the Horcruxes. As it was thought of by fans earlier, Harry was one Horcrux and he had to die to kill Voldemort. But Harry dies, to live again.
The story revolves around the three Hallows - the Elder Wand, The Redeeming Stone and the Invisibility Cloak. All three would make the owner, Master of Death. Harry fixes himself in a position where he has to force himself to choose between the Hallows or Horcruxes. And ofcourse, he settles on what Dumbledore wanted him to do.
Nevile helps in a bigger way than which was expected, he slices of Nagini's head, who remained the last Horcrux after Harry's death. But Harry was not dead. He was alive and will be alive.
Ninteen years later, J.K shows Ginny and Harry together. Their sons - James and Albus and their daughter Lily. Ready to go to Hogwarts. Even Ron and Hermione have two kids - Rose and Hugo. A big happy family. And as a tribute to Severus, Harry names his younger son --Albus Severus James Potter :)
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Here goes my first ever short story...
On a day that promised rain, even the teachers can't expect much from us. A boring English class and Shakespeare. Not much can be expected. Yawns could be heard from across the room and after giggles from most of the class, if by chance all of us weren't sleeping and the deadliest stare from the teacher, the person would lower his head and try reading the book, praying for the bell to ring. Or the day to end. Rains give us an unsaid excuse for not doing work. Be it early morning or dead of the night, listening to the rain lashing on the road or tinkering on the roof can be the most blissful experience in days or even months.
That day, nothing could've even come close to making me smile, leave alone being happy. Too much happiness can sometimes lead to unbearable sadness. Being angry and being sad merge into one. That was one of those days, being an arm's distance away from the most important person in my life, felt like seven oceans apart. Last day's meaningless fight left nothing worth saying except the already said, already heard three words. It's true that they're the last and the first words bur still...Not getting any ideas in my already half-sleeping brain I could only think of only one silly idea that would do any good. Being together and being "together" are different. Just as they say, so close yet so far.
I was reminded of the song by Aerosmith. Why not?
I glanced at the teacher and half glanced at rest of the class and opened my notebook to the very last page. A few hastily done math calculations and spell checks...nothing else. Just what I needed. I didn't know if he'd heard the song ever but it is one of my favourites. Nervousness caught me before I could even get the pen, but courage is all it needs. I finally tried writing something...even an L.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
I didn't want to shove the notebook towards him, not just then. Fortunately, he just glanced carelessly and continued looking out of the window. Good, as yet.
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Curiosity got the better of him. He looked at it. A raised eyebrow. Cute. I love him.
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
So he thought, Okay, so what's got into her? What are we studying right now? Do we have to write this down or something? He bent ahead and looked into the his friend's notebook. He says "Huh?" The page was blank. "Nothing...sorry". Then he looks back at me and I shrug. Then he thinks it's better if he just keeps reading.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
He raises his eyebrow again, the right one. Oh, he's adorable. Totally. I'm right on the bottom of Love and I still keep falling more in love with him. He nudges me lighty and asks, "What is this?"
"Lyrics", I say. He nods and tells me to continue. Sarcasm. But I'm happy enough to oblige.
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
He thinks over that. His eyes tell, "maybe".
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
He grins, starting to realise what this is leading to. Maybe the fight wasn't that bad at all. Rumours can get the better of us at times. But rumours are rumours and reality is reality.
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
and I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
He snatches the pen away...
"You know what?? Me too!!"
I just wanna hold you close
I Feel your heart so close to mine
And we'll stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
He looks at me and smiles, I wait and say, "There's something more".
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I look up at him and tell him to stop staring. His eyes look beautiful, more than the world's beauty mixed into one and kept in a glass box. And he's all mine. He takes my hands in his. Then we realize almost at once, that we're in a classroom with the strictest teachers you'd ever find anywhere on earth. No, she's still busy trying to figure out if she ought to stop teaching and go and shout on the poor, little thing who was talking to his friend or continue teaching. We both laugh. And I say, "Kiss and make up?" He says, "I love you".
But no, there's more to this. Almost as if on cue, it starts raining and all the heads turn towards the windows. And that's our side! Tough luck. Two minutes of distracted studying and commenting on the rain, the class quietens down a bit. We sigh. But we can't just sit there like that. Something on his mind, he looks around the room. Casually resting his eyes on every person in the room, even outside! That's called "precaution". Precautionary measures. Hehe.
He takes my hand and kisses it. Then I kiss my hand too. He kisses my hand again, and I kiss my hand again too. Again and again and again. And it doesn't take a genius to know what that leads to. Miraculously, when the teacher leaves, the whole class empties in around ten seconds. All of them need some fresh air. People need a reason to be happy, the rain gave them a reason. But we're happy without a reason. Because nothing happened, no-one saw anything. But we're still happier than them. Happiest people on earth.
*Lyrics from I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.
On a day that promised rain, even the teachers can't expect much from us. A boring English class and Shakespeare. Not much can be expected. Yawns could be heard from across the room and after giggles from most of the class, if by chance all of us weren't sleeping and the deadliest stare from the teacher, the person would lower his head and try reading the book, praying for the bell to ring. Or the day to end. Rains give us an unsaid excuse for not doing work. Be it early morning or dead of the night, listening to the rain lashing on the road or tinkering on the roof can be the most blissful experience in days or even months.
That day, nothing could've even come close to making me smile, leave alone being happy. Too much happiness can sometimes lead to unbearable sadness. Being angry and being sad merge into one. That was one of those days, being an arm's distance away from the most important person in my life, felt like seven oceans apart. Last day's meaningless fight left nothing worth saying except the already said, already heard three words. It's true that they're the last and the first words bur still...Not getting any ideas in my already half-sleeping brain I could only think of only one silly idea that would do any good. Being together and being "together" are different. Just as they say, so close yet so far.
I was reminded of the song by Aerosmith. Why not?
I glanced at the teacher and half glanced at rest of the class and opened my notebook to the very last page. A few hastily done math calculations and spell checks...nothing else. Just what I needed. I didn't know if he'd heard the song ever but it is one of my favourites. Nervousness caught me before I could even get the pen, but courage is all it needs. I finally tried writing something...even an L.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
I didn't want to shove the notebook towards him, not just then. Fortunately, he just glanced carelessly and continued looking out of the window. Good, as yet.
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Curiosity got the better of him. He looked at it. A raised eyebrow. Cute. I love him.
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
So he thought, Okay, so what's got into her? What are we studying right now? Do we have to write this down or something? He bent ahead and looked into the his friend's notebook. He says "Huh?" The page was blank. "Nothing...sorry". Then he looks back at me and I shrug. Then he thinks it's better if he just keeps reading.
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
He raises his eyebrow again, the right one. Oh, he's adorable. Totally. I'm right on the bottom of Love and I still keep falling more in love with him. He nudges me lighty and asks, "What is this?"
"Lyrics", I say. He nods and tells me to continue. Sarcasm. But I'm happy enough to oblige.
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
He thinks over that. His eyes tell, "maybe".
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
He grins, starting to realise what this is leading to. Maybe the fight wasn't that bad at all. Rumours can get the better of us at times. But rumours are rumours and reality is reality.
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
and I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
He snatches the pen away...
"You know what?? Me too!!"
I just wanna hold you close
I Feel your heart so close to mine
And we'll stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
He looks at me and smiles, I wait and say, "There's something more".
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I look up at him and tell him to stop staring. His eyes look beautiful, more than the world's beauty mixed into one and kept in a glass box. And he's all mine. He takes my hands in his. Then we realize almost at once, that we're in a classroom with the strictest teachers you'd ever find anywhere on earth. No, she's still busy trying to figure out if she ought to stop teaching and go and shout on the poor, little thing who was talking to his friend or continue teaching. We both laugh. And I say, "Kiss and make up?" He says, "I love you".
But no, there's more to this. Almost as if on cue, it starts raining and all the heads turn towards the windows. And that's our side! Tough luck. Two minutes of distracted studying and commenting on the rain, the class quietens down a bit. We sigh. But we can't just sit there like that. Something on his mind, he looks around the room. Casually resting his eyes on every person in the room, even outside! That's called "precaution". Precautionary measures. Hehe.
He takes my hand and kisses it. Then I kiss my hand too. He kisses my hand again, and I kiss my hand again too. Again and again and again. And it doesn't take a genius to know what that leads to. Miraculously, when the teacher leaves, the whole class empties in around ten seconds. All of them need some fresh air. People need a reason to be happy, the rain gave them a reason. But we're happy without a reason. Because nothing happened, no-one saw anything. But we're still happier than them. Happiest people on earth.
*Lyrics from I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Life is just a Dream
...and I never want to wake up. But come to think of it, I already know this is reality. Have you ever felt warm and fuzzy inside, as if you don't ever want to do anything except dream. Ofcourse, dreams come true. They have to 'cause that is their job. "Believe" is all you can do. If you want something badly enough, the whole world conspires to get that done for you ;)
Talking of reality, let's get real. I know I read books but haven't ever tried my hand on writing reviews and now...it's as if I'm being forced to read a book and pen down my thoughts on it. Unreal, really. None of the books I've read so far seem review-able. Most of them are, actually. But you see, I'm not that good. I admit.
This blog right here...yes, I did start with this blog thinking that I'd just write about books and you can see how well I've kept that promise! This has got me stuck!
5 more days, I have five more days. Looks long enough to read a book. Umm...any book. But seriously, suggestions are welcome. Always.
I even managed to change myself as far as thinking about changing the blog's background...but originality makes the world go round. I'm still not what I think I am. Inside...truly, madly, deeply...I'm still ME. I love myself.
Talking of reality, let's get real. I know I read books but haven't ever tried my hand on writing reviews and now...it's as if I'm being forced to read a book and pen down my thoughts on it. Unreal, really. None of the books I've read so far seem review-able. Most of them are, actually. But you see, I'm not that good. I admit.
This blog right here...yes, I did start with this blog thinking that I'd just write about books and you can see how well I've kept that promise! This has got me stuck!
5 more days, I have five more days. Looks long enough to read a book. Umm...any book. But seriously, suggestions are welcome. Always.
I even managed to change myself as far as thinking about changing the blog's background...but originality makes the world go round. I'm still not what I think I am. Inside...truly, madly, deeply...I'm still ME. I love myself.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Blah..as usual..
That's not it, not it..never. Can't be. When did I start being this? 10 10 10...why this??
Come to think of it, over-reacting! Come to think of it again, not at all. This is how it's supposed to be? Pre-announced rules. Everything else is wrong, not right, crazy. Downright crazy, I say. 10 hours. 10 minutes. 10 seconds. Class 10. Does anyone ever realize what can happen when?
Kudos, all you normal people. Give in without a fight. Didn't learn anything yet? That's strange. Sorry, I forgot. You're normal, that's normal. Go on. Go and study! I'm not moving a finger...not ever. Except to type that is.
So..so..so..umm...good night. Everything done. Goodbye.
Come to think of it, over-reacting! Come to think of it again, not at all. This is how it's supposed to be? Pre-announced rules. Everything else is wrong, not right, crazy. Downright crazy, I say. 10 hours. 10 minutes. 10 seconds. Class 10. Does anyone ever realize what can happen when?
Kudos, all you normal people. Give in without a fight. Didn't learn anything yet? That's strange. Sorry, I forgot. You're normal, that's normal. Go on. Go and study! I'm not moving a finger...not ever. Except to type that is.
So..so..so..umm...good night. Everything done. Goodbye.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
Everyone ends up being another one of those people you dread becoming. Finally. A normal, ordinary kid studying, eating..surviving..and all the other things you could possibly do. Umm..I guess you get what I mean. Some other 'things' which are worth mentioning here, better not be seen here. We could do without a little er...bloodshed :p
Ever wonder how a little 'thing' could mean the world to a person and absolutely 'nothing' to someone else? It hurts. And being judgemental on the same thing can prove to be fatal. Very, very dangerous.
So what's up is that I'm trying to live without the 5 things I can't live without. Correction--"couldn't" live without. As far as I can remember, I've removed them from my profile..they were..
1. Music 24x7 {Believe me...this is the hardest part}
2. Friends {Who cares? About me that is.}
3. The Net {This is strictly optional}
4. Dingo The Darlin' Doggie {That's hard too:( }
5. You-know-who? You know who? {He knows who, you don't need to know who}
The YKH has faded into nothingness or that's what it seems to be. Anyway, these are the plans for the coming days. And for those who say that I should make plans, be organized, "I don't do anything". Hello! Wake up! This is Something. Ciao, everyone!
Friday, April 20, 2007
I'm back...finally!
Ever fallen in love with two persons at the same time? The Someone...and yourself?
It's as if you win even if you lose and...you never lose :p
What was that supposed to mean?
It's impossible to find some peace anywhere...in school. Is there no-one who can knock some sense into the classmates? What would they get out of studying Math 10 hours a day? And it is very, very important to take their "books" to the library. Hello! That's what we go to the library for, idiots! The "books" are not books, there's just word after word, line after line, page after page of meaningless crap. No peace. Talking about the numbers is more important than writing something quietly, without cursing themselves. Why do they even start with it in the first place? Especially, if the librarian doesn't care for anything more than gossping in her loudest voice, why would the Friends even care to listen to a poor girl who's trying to get to read a couple of pages? Everyone's out to kill me. I swear.
Half an hour ain't enough for anything except talking on the phone. But even that usually continues after a break, when the Mums forget about the bill thingies. Hehe.
And no...no gossiping. Ahem..girly gossiping. I mean the Stuff. You know..yeah.
About two more hours to go for the best one hour of the day. Tennis! Till then..happy daydreaming and making your dreams come true. Literally. Ciao! Everything's possible..
It's as if you win even if you lose and...you never lose :p
What was that supposed to mean?
It's impossible to find some peace anywhere...in school. Is there no-one who can knock some sense into the classmates? What would they get out of studying Math 10 hours a day? And it is very, very important to take their "books" to the library. Hello! That's what we go to the library for, idiots! The "books" are not books, there's just word after word, line after line, page after page of meaningless crap. No peace. Talking about the numbers is more important than writing something quietly, without cursing themselves. Why do they even start with it in the first place? Especially, if the librarian doesn't care for anything more than gossping in her loudest voice, why would the Friends even care to listen to a poor girl who's trying to get to read a couple of pages? Everyone's out to kill me. I swear.
Half an hour ain't enough for anything except talking on the phone. But even that usually continues after a break, when the Mums forget about the bill thingies. Hehe.
And no...no gossiping. Ahem..girly gossiping. I mean the Stuff. You know..yeah.
About two more hours to go for the best one hour of the day. Tennis! Till then..happy daydreaming and making your dreams come true. Literally. Ciao! Everything's possible..
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