5 Uncommon Books Harry Potter Fans Will Love

Once you’ve finished the Harry Potter series, you feel the desperate need to read it again. And again. And again. And then you read The Cursed Child. And then the Hogwarts Library. And then the Fantastic Beasts screenplays. Eventually you will run out of good Harry Potter related reading material.

But that does not mean you have to stop there. I know the desperate need to find a new world to join and love just as much as the Wizarding World.

Of course, you can read Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia just like everyone else. But there are some lesser known books that anyone who enjoys Harry Potter will find solace in just as much.


Nevermoor by Jessica Townsend is easily my third favorite book of all time. Just like the separation of the Wizard and Muggle worlds, the world of Nevermoor is split.

Morrigan Crow, like Harry Potter, is an normal child save for one thing. She is doomed to die on her eleventh birthday. And, like Harry, a mysterious stranger comes to her aid, Jupiter North. Jupiter takes Morrigan away from the dull and corrupt Wintersea Rublic to the wonderfully crazy Free State city of Nevermoor.

However, she has her own Voldemort pursuing her, the Wundersmith. Nevermoor has two books that succeed it and Townsend is still working on the series, so there is lots to look forward to.

The Night Circus

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is more of a mature read than Harry Potter but I still believe Wizarding World lovers will enjoy it.

Just like Rowling’s unique take on magic, Morgenstern has taken it to the next level. Magic exists, yes, but magicians hide amongst ordinary people. The magicians parade their gifts as mere conjuring tricks but do not need smoke and mirrors to create illusion. Two young people, Celia and Marco, youths with the gift of sorcery, have been bound together from a young age by their guardians. This bond has them playing their lives like a chess match, seeing who can outshine the other in a contest of magical prowess.

The Night Circus is the board and they are the players…or are they the pawns?

The Grishaverse

Just as Rowling crafted her own world, large as life, Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse is as real as Hogwarts.

Magic and normalcy are collided in the same steampunk/fantasy land. Grisha are men and women who can harness the power of elements. While they live amongst normal people they are often either praised or punished for their magic. Many Grisha hide their abilities and some do not even know the power is theirs. Three series and have been written in the Grishaverse so far, Shadow and BoneSix of Crows, and King of Scars.

I read Six of Crows before Shadow and Bone by accident, but I would advise reading the series in order, even if the former is so much better.

The Inquisitior’s Tale

The Inquisitor’s Tale or Three Magical Children and Their Holy Dog by Adam Gidwitz is by far the most hilarious book on this list.

Set in the Middle Ages, Jeanne, Jacob, and William are the Medieval equivalent of the Golden Trio…plus a dog. Tales and folklore of magic are told and celebrated but when these three children are revealed to have miraculous abilities they are persecuted and rejected. Even threatened with burning at the stake! The story is told by a group of travelers at an inn; a Brewster, a nun, a librarian, the innkeeper, a jongleur, a chronicler, a king’s companion, a troubadour, and, of course, the Inquisitor.

The tale is original and the format unique, Potterheads of any age will love it.

The Night Gardener

Magic is not always good, as Voldemort and his Death Eaters have demonstrated. This rings true in Jonathan Axiur’s The Night Gardener.

Molly and her lame brother, Kip, are orphans and have gone to work for the Windsor’s. The Windsor’s live in a crumbling and bleak mansion in an island of woods and the family all have the same gaunt pale skin and dead black hair and eyes. But the most peculiar and ominous omen is the twisting tree that is apart of the house. Molly and Kip soon begin hearing noises in the night…loud footfalls and rustling leaves. What will the children do when the dark magic begins to overtake them as their hair and eyes darken, just like the grim Windsor’s?

What secrets are hidden in the mansion and, more importantly, the great tree that grows darker every day?

Reading these books will put you in the same magical trance that Harry Potter did, and most likely still does. Yes, they don’t have Harry, Ron, and Hermione in them but this is the opportunity to fall for new characters. I promise these books will not disappoint if you give them a chance!

The Gift of Family In Harry Potter

“I-don’t-want-“ said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the jumper over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

“And you’re not sitting with the prefects today, either,” said George, “Christmas is a time for family.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

I love the holiday season. Not only are the aesthetics and tastes of the season wonderful, but the spirit I feel during this time of the year is so uplifting. 

Family and gathering are a big icon of the holiday. And seeing as it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I might share a bit of how important family is through one of my favorite mediums…Harry Potter.

From the Weasley’s to the Dursley’s to the Potter’s, families of all shapes and sizes appear in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. Family is an important aspect of the Wizarding World and I would like to take the time to delve into why. 

Harry Potter’s own family are gone. His mother and father died protecting him from Lord Voldemort. Just from this one example, so much context becomes available.

I feel like every reader will look at the Potter’s example of family and see the obvious – parents giving their life so that their son may live. But let me take the liberty of pointing out the maybe not-so-obvious; Voldemort’s lack of understanding of that love.

Think for a moment. Dumbledore knew exactly what Lily Potter’s sacrifice meant. He explains it all to Harry in the Philosopher’s Stone

“Your mother died to save you. If there’s one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mothers for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who left us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Dumbledore knows this because he understands the magic of love and family.

Common wizards don’t know of this kind of magic. And that makes sense. But Dumbledore isn’t ordinary. He’s a great wizard. But Voldemort is a great wizard too. Dumbledore and Voldemort are two sides of the same coin, I often think. They are alike yet so very different.

Voldemort, who does not respect nor care for these values, dared to kill Lily and James. If he had any brains at all, he would have known that if he wanted to kill Harry, he couldn’t kill his parents. It’s that simple. If he had any knowledge of the magic of love, he would not risk such strong protection being transferred to his target.

But Voldemort is unable to recognize this. He does not know or understand what a family is and the love it can hold. He killed his own father and grandparents and tore apart countless families.

He corrupted himself into blindness. 

Is this a metaphor for what so many people are doing every day? So many of us humans disregard family, friends, love, and ethics, slowly at first and then steadily on, until we know longer recognize what these aspects of life truly mean. 

A large portion of this holiday spirit and season is meant to be shared with family. It’s one of the joys of Thanksgiving, Chanukah, and Christmas. However, I know a lot of people don’t feel this way. Many begrudgingly go to family Christmases and sit far away from their annoying relations as possible and stare at their phone in a shadowy corner. 

A simple act like, say, not wanting to wear your Mum’s Christmas sweater could mean so much more. 

Percy Weasley knew all the comforts of home. He had many brother’s and sisters, and a Mum and Dad who cared for him. But he became accustomed to these things. He lost sight of why they were important. 

Before I get into this, there are two examples from the Goblet of Fire I’d like to quote. Remember, at this time, Bill and Charlie are home for the Quidditch World Cup and don’t come home often. Percy no longer sees Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny every day at Hogwarts either. It is a rare thing for the whole family to be home together at once.

Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing hourn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.

“Hi, Percy,” said Harry. 

“Oh hello, Harry,” said Percy. “ I was wondering who wad making all that noise. I’m trying to work in here, you know-I’ve got a report to finish for the office-and it’s rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.”

“We’re not thundering, said Ron irritably. “We’re walking. Sorry if we disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.”

“What are you working on?” said Harry.

“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” said Percy smugly. “We’re trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin-leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year-“

The second example comes a few pages later;

Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of air. Fred and George cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.

Bills table caught Charlie’s with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy‘s head poking out of window on the second floor.

“Will you keep it down?!” he bellowed.

“Sorry, Percy,” said Bill, grinning. “How’re the cauldron bottoms coming on?”

“Very badly,” said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut.

Percy had a disregard for family right from the start. It wasn’t so obvious in the Philosopher’s Stone and the Chamber of Secrets but it is there. And it gets steadily worse as time advances. 

The biggest red flag that a lot of people don’t recognize is in the Goblet of Fire. When Percy comes of age, he gets a job at the Ministry of Magic. Then he slowly starts disobeying his father and mother, spends time locked in his room, and comes home late. Ron puts it this way;

“I don’t think he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him.”

I’ve seen first hand how estrangement works and J.K. Rowling’s representation of it is uncanny. It makes me wonder if she hasn’t experienced it too. 

Percy has turned of age and things appear to be alright to his parents. To Molly and Arthur, he is just ambitious and has big plans for his future. That may even be what Percy thinks too. But in reality he is just a child wanting to do what he wants, when he wants to, and doesn’t want any parental guidance, control, or authority. He uses the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Crouch, and his job as an excuse to exercise his new of-age privileges. 

And then, in the next book, he is estranged. He breaks his parents trust, wanting to go his own way, and wastes years. Years that he will regret.

Percy eventually reconciled with his family, hours before his brother is murdered. Percy threw away time pursuing things that were unimportant and self indulgent, when he could have spent a little more time with his brother, Fred.

I wonder how many times after the Battle of Hogwarts that Percy cried over the time he lost with his brother? I can imagine his thoughts;

If only I came home from work a little earlier to eat dinner with him and the family.

If only I hadn’t shamed him and his practical jokes.

If only I had played Exploding Snap with him when he asked me that one time.

If only I hadn’t left him behind and come back too late.

Percy made a choice and he payed the price.

I know it seems like a bit of a jump from murderous Lord Voldemort to nerdy Percy Weasley but then again…it wasn’t that big a jump after all. If a thing like disrespecting family and misunderstanding love can take one person from being a Percy to being a Voldemort…why risk it?

Thus, we ask again, why is family so important? Because family in Harry Potter is often used synonymously with love. Love is the main theme in Harry Potter and Rowling repetitively uses family as a motif to demonstrate this theme.

And I understand it can be hard to love your family sometimes. We’re only human. Or maybe you’re not a Percy. Maybe you’re a Fred. Maybe you’re on the receiving end of of hate and disappointment. I cannot give any comfort or answer to such dilemmas than this;

Life is a story. Love is an adventure. Family is a home. To have all three at once is a gift. The greatest gift. A truly precious and fragile gift. Don’t waste what you have, what you’ve been given. See the value in the simple things. They may seem small but they’re not. Nothing simple is ever small. Life isn’t small, love isn’t small, and family isn’t small.

Care for these gifts and they will care for you in return.

The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter Part Three

Every true Wizarding World fan knows that when J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter she was writing about love. Dumbledore is always talking about love this and love that. Harry gets to the point of being annoyed by it just as much as Voldemort scorns the concept.

Before reading what I have to say about this, might I suggest reading the first two posts in “The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter” series if you have not already done so.

Readers get bored with the whole love thing as well. I know that when I read the books, I was slightly disconcerted by the shallowness that I thought lingered behind the repetition.

It took me years to realize that when Rowling wrote the word “love” she meant so much more.

I just now turned to a random page in my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I ended up on page 244, where Dean Thomas, Griphook, Gornuk, and Ted Tonks are hiding out in the same woods as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Goblins and wizards working together?

I did this again and landed on when the Golden Trio went to Xenophilius Lovegood’s home to ask about the Deathly Hallows. A man doing anything to save his daughter?

What do these two events have in common? What does almost every single scene in each Harry Potter book have in common?


Open up to a random page of the Harry Potter book nearest to you (The Cursed Child and Fantastic Beasts don’t count!) and I bet my Marauders Map the root of that scene is love.

Now that you have found a random Harry Potter passage, open up Google News, turn on your TV, or glance at the newspaper’s front page. How much love did you find there?

The readers that read Harry Potter, me included, have grown up in a generation of hate, turmoil, and human immortality. Love is a concept many people do not completely understand.

J.K. never defines the magic of love. She operates on the first rule every writer knows off the top of their heads. Show, don’t tell.

The first time love is noticeably brought up as a concept of importance is in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.

“Your mother died to save you. If there’s one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mothers for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who left us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrel, full of hatred, greed and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

It hurts how prevalent Dumbledore’s words are in the modern age. Good people are attacked on a daily basis and lost and confused people get stung because of it. So they try again and again to prove their own rightness and fail just as much.

To worldly eyes it may appear that love can be overcome by lesser things. But in the end, once the story has taken its course and arrived at the end, what prevails? Harry or Voldemort?

Quirrel tries to take the Stone and kill Harry, but Lily Potter’s love stops him. Tom Riddle attempts to regain strength and kill Ginny Weasley, but Harry’s friendship and Dumbledore’s protection stops him. Sirius and Remus almost kill Peter Pettigrew and Sirius’ soul is almost taken, but Harry’s sense of justice and protection stops these. Again and again, love overcomes without the characters even realizing it.

Even Harry, who has saved and been saved by multiple forms of love doesn’t understand the importance of it until the very end. I know I have referenced the Battle of Hogwarts multiple times in this blog series but as a dedicated Potterhead, I cannot emphasize the importance of this scene enough.

“I know things you don’t, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things you don’t. Want to hear some before you make another big mistake?”

Voldemort did not speak but prowled in a circle and Harry knew that he kept him temporarily mesmerized and at bay, held back by the faintest possibility that Harry might indeed know a final secret…“

Is it’s love again?” said Voldemort , his snake face jeering, “Dumbledore‘s favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the Tower and breaking like an old wax work? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter- and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time, and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

But it was love that saved Harry. His own love. The love he had learned that triumphed over everything. Community, friendship, mercy, and redemption.

As I have said, Harry simply using the Disarming charm was a deep act of love. That act saved him and killed Voldemort.

This is easy to miss nowadays. Readers are constantly attacked in every day life and they believe less and less in the power of goodness. These readers completely loose sight of how love saved Harry and his friends again and again. All they read is an epic tale.

But for those who see past this, for those who learn from the seven books, who read what J.K. Rowling meant them to read…they take much more with them when they close the book.
I geek out as much as the next fan and I enjoy it too. But what is that compared to the knowledge that some do not see what I see when they read Harry Potter?

Love. Just hearing that word makes me want to do better, to reach out to the list, to defend my beliefs, to cry at how much love I have been given, how much mercy has been bestowed upon me.

Is that how Harry feels? Knowing that his parents died to save him and that he would die (and did die) to save the ones he loved. How sad is it that Voldemort had so many opportunities to discover this deep and simple truth yet never had the strength to take it inside his heart (even if it was two sizes too small.)
It is love that gives us the confidence of a brighter day, even when we cannot see it. It is always there. A good ending, a better ending than we could ever hope for.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and every other great character’s ambitions were nothing compared for what was in store for them.

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

“He’ll be all right,” murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

“I know he will.“

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
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Gryffindors And Their Bad Days

Gryffindors have complex personalities, just like the rest of the Hogwarts Houses. Besides being brave and true, they are also headstrong and ambitious. They often expect too much of themselves but never appreciate the little things. Gryffindors live higher paced lives than the other Houses and can easily miss the little things in life. They too often envision the big picture but overlook the significance of the now. They are quick to resent, rarely relent, and judge situations quickly. But when given insights, they readily accept truth and positivity. Here is what a normal day looks like for a typical Gryffindor…

A soft rustling woke Seamus Finnigan up, which was not unusual. He didn’t have to look outside his four poster to know what the noise had been. Ron and Harry were sneaking out…again. Seamus, Dean, and Neville had all gotten way over stopping them after four years of school together. 

Several whispers, recognizably Harry and Ron’s voices, could be heard. Seamus sat up. Had Dean been woken up? Probably. Once he heard the footsteps, followed by the door closing, he sat up and moved one of his curtains. 

An idea, not brilliant but not bad either occurred to him and he smirked. Swinging his legs off the bed, and stretching for a second, he grabbed a pillow and crept over to Dean’s four poster. 

The sound of soft snoring was coming from the other side of the room and Seamus sent Neville a quick apology before-

Seamus ripped open the curtains as fast as he could and raised the pillow into the air, ready to slam it across Dean’s sleeping form. However, he wasn’t quick enough. 

Aguamenti!” Seamus’ best friend’s voice was audible just before water shot straight at his face. 

Seamus yelped and brought up a hand in an attempt to guard himself from the water, but it was too late. He was soaked. 

Dean laughed loudly and Seamus cursed. They had been in the same perpetual prank wars for two years, and Dean always seemed to get the upper hand. 

“Could you let me get one on you once, mate?” Seamus said, starting to chuckle as he shook his head violently, sending water drops across the room.

Dean threw the pillow Seamus had dropped back at him. “And miss that stupid look on your monkey face? Never.”

“Guuuyssss,” came Neville’s sleepy moan from his bed.

“Sorry, Neville!” Dean and Seamus said together, laughing and not sorry at all.

Breakfast was a dull affair. There were no good subjects to look forward to, like Defense Against the Dark Arts or Charms. History of Magic was on Seamus’ schedule followed by Double Potions…yay. And even worse, he hadn’t seen a single Quidditch match let alone a single broomstick since the World Cup (Go Lynch!).

“I miss Quidditch,” he grumbled as he swallowed his toast. 

Dean rolled his eyes, “I know, you’ve told me only a hundred times.”

“Well, I do!” 

“The Triwizard Tournament is ten times as exciting as Quidditch-“

“Bite your tongue!” Seamus interrupted, scandalized. 

Dean didn’t bother to finish, knowing Seamus was not one to back down. Instead he waved at someone over Seamus’ shoulder. 

“Hey, Ginny!”

Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over! Seamus repeated in his head. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Ginny. She was dead nice and worth a good laugh, but Dean had gotten into the habit of inviting her into every single conversation and it was a bit annoying. A lot annoying. Very annoying. Forget it, he was livid about it these days.

Ginny obviously wasn’t a legilimens, seeing as she didn’t hear Seamus’ mental cry for her to ignore them. That or she just didn’t care.

“Hey Dean, hey Seamus,” she walked over and caught sight of Lee Jordan, who was sitting next to them. “Lee,” she nodded politely.

“Hey, Ginny,” Seamus said in a monotone. 

Dean didn’t notice the unenthusiastic voice, but Ginny did. Because of course.

She smirked, “Bad morning, Seamus?”

Seamus couldn’t help but smile. Ginny was a sport. “You’d be in a bad mood to if you were having Quidditch withdrawals.”

“Tell me about it!” She said, sitting next to him, across from Dean, and grabbing a nearby croissant. “And I was going to try out for the team this year.”

“Really?” Dean asked, interested. 

Ginny nodded but said no more, choosing to eat her food. Lee decided to join the conversation in her silence. 

“Keeper, right? You were going to try for Keeper now that Wood’s gone?”

Seamus considered Ginny as a Keeper. He couldn’t see her as a Keeper. A Seeker, maybe, but Harry was already the perfect Seeker and that was something no Gryffindor would deny.

Ginny nodded but shrugged her shoulders in response to Lee. “Ron would have killed me though. He’s wanted to be on the team ever since Harry got in in their first year. It’s a Weasley tradition, being on the team.”

Lee nodded, then said. “But you could break that seeing as your-“ 

Seamus and Dean both turned their heads to him. Rest In Peace, he thought as he crossed his chest as if rebuking something sacrilegious. Ginny’s eyes turned to slits, daring Lee to day another word.

“Since you’re the YOUNGEST!” Lee finished in defense to Seamus, Dean’s, and now Ginny’s own (frankly frightening) look. “I was going to say since you are the youngest!”

Dean started laughing and Seamus shook his head. Ginny continued to look daggers at Lee, who had ducked his head down. 

Once finished eating, Seamus said his goodbyes to the others and set off back to the dormitories. Dean, though he had finished his plate, stayed, animatedly talking with Ginny about the Weird Sisters. 

It was bound to happen sometime, his best friend finding a girl’s attention more engaging than his own. He was pretty sure Harry, who kept company mostly with Ron and Hermione Granger, didn’t realize he was the third wheel in their group. 

He let the reverie pass. He wasn’t one to hold Dean’s crush against him. His only worry was that Dean would talk Quidditch with Ginny instead of himself.

“Parkinson and Patil…Goyle and Thomas…Granger and Brown…” Professor Snape’s drawl echoed around the silent and dark dungeon walls, listing off pairs of students to work on the day’s overly complicated potion. “Malfoy and Weasley…” 

Seamus heard Ron, who stood next to him, curse. Better you than me, he thought, smiling a little guiltily as Ron picked up his potion ingredients and cauldron and went to where Malfoy was sitting. He cast a gloomy look back at the Gryffindor’s as Malfoy began to mutter something to Ron that they couldn’t hear. 

“Finnegan and…Mr. Potter.”

Snape took a good twenty seconds to drown out the last two words, glaring at Harry all the while. Seamus groaned. Next to Malfoy, Harry was the worst partner to have in Potions. 

It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t a good friend, quite the contrary when he wasn’t getting into trouble, but he wasn’t the best student. Especially in Potions. Snape and Harry had their own special civil war and more often than not, innocent Gryffindors got caught in the crossfire. Usually Ron.

Being paired with Harry was a sure way to get points taken from you by Snape, a minimum of twenty per lesson. The chances of detention were raised by a whopping sixty percent. On top of that, Harry was dead awful at Potions so any effort was basically pointless.

“Hey Seamus,” Harry greeted, not really looking at him as he unloaded his cauldron.

“Hey-ya, Harry,” Seamus replied, slightly awkwardly. 

They started out in silence, writing down Snape’s instructions on their pieces of parchment. Seamus missed a few of the steps that Snape had said too quickly. He wasn’t about to ask him to repeat it. Hopefully, one of the Slytherins would ask.  Alas, no such luck. 

“Hey, Harry, did you catch what we do after simmering the toad’s brains?” He asked in an undertone as the rest of the students in the dungeon began to heat their cauldron’s.

Harry looked up, as if interrupted from a reverie. “What?” He asked.


Ever since he had somehow snuck his name into the Goblet of Fire (Seamus and Dean were still debating how he did it), Harry was distracted all the time. It wasn’t as if he had been the most social person to begin with, but now chances of talking to him was slim to none if your name wasn’t Ron or Hermione.

Out of the corner of his eye, Seamus noticed Hermione and Lavender Brown. Hermione was standing over the hot cauldron, hair wild, and concentrating as she carefully added a few drops of this and a dash of that. Lavender meanwhile was sitting nowhere near her partner, and reading something under the table. Witch Weekly if Seamus were to guess.

“And what…is…this?” 

The potion master’s voice made Seamus drop the dried mandrake leaves he had been holding. He didn’t have time to answer before Harry’s defiant voice came from beside him.

“Sleeping Draught, Professor,” the disdain in his voice dripped of dislike. Seamus glanced around for the nearest escape route.

“Really?” Answered Snape skeptically. “A Sleeping Draught contains the bark of aspen and is never heated beyond boiling point. Now, tell me Mr. Potter, is this a Sleeping Draught?”

Silence hung in the air. Seamus caught Dean’s eye and his friend mouthed “uh oh” from across the room. 

“We’re not done yet, sir,” Seamus cringed at Harry’s sarcasm.

“Is…that…so…?” The pauses between Snape’s words felt like walking up to the gallows. “If you and Mr. Finnegan are so…confident in your abilities…” His dark eyes fell on Seamus who forced a weak smile. “Twenty points will be taken from Gryffindor if this potion is not perfection by the end of the lesson.”

“How are we supposed to get the potion right if you don’t even teach us properly?” The words came out of Seamus’ mouth before he could stop them. 

Snape’s eyes burrowed into him. The following silence was worse than the previous one, stretching into a thousand eternities. 

Finally, Snape broke the tension. “Ten points from Gryffindor for you and Potter’s insolence, Mr. Finnegan.”

And, uncannily like a giant bat, Snape turned and trod away to torment Hermione and Lavender next.

“Brilliant day, just brilliant!” Seamus groaned, falling into his crimson coloured comforter. “Water in the face, no Quidditch, and thirty points down. Just brilliant.”

“What you on about?” Dean asked.

Seamus looked at him. “What do you mean what am I talking about? Forget Harry’s Horntail, my day has been the worst day in the history of bad days.” 

Dean didn’t answer, merely shrugged and dumped out his school bag on his bed. Neville however, walked over. 

“Bad day, huh?” He asked curiously.

Seamus rolled his eyes. “Yeah.”

Neville nodded, his brow creased as if pondering something. Seamus didn’t second guess it, just ignored him.

After a little while, Neville said, “Ginny told me you talked with her about Quidditch at breakfast.”

Seamus sat up, “When did you talk to Ginny?”


“Wow…I didn’t think you could talk to girls, Neville.”

Neville smiled a little, embarrassed. “Ginny said she didn’t think you liked her before today. But talking Quidditch with you made her feel like a friend.”

Seamus blinked and opened his mouth to say something but Neville continued.

“And Harry wasn’t singled out in Potions today because you talked back to S-Snape,” Neville stuttered over the name slightly. For a moment, Seamus thought about Neville’s Boggart-Snape from when Professor Lupin was their teacher. “I mean…you did loose Gryffindor points but it would have happened anyway, right?” 

Seamus thought about this. He looked up at Neville with a smile. The other smiled back. 

“And what about when Dean and I woke you up? What’s the upside to that one?” Seamus asked.

Neville considered this. “At least I wasn’t the one who got Aguamentied in the face.”

Seamus and Neville both laughed and Dean joined in, even though he had no idea what the two had been talking about.

“Never a dull day in Gryffindor, aye?” Seamus chuckled as he sat down on his bed again and blew out the lights.

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The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter Part Two

There are two wolves. A black wolf and a white wolf. Which one wins?

This simple phrase was drilled into me by my mother before I ever read Harry Potter. But the series demonstrates the philosophical analogy better than any novel I have ever read.

Before diving into this, if you have not read the first post in “The Surprising Truth About Harry Potter” series, I suggest you go back real quick and take a look at the first installment.

Good and evil are classic elements to good stories. As they should be. They are real and ever present in life outside of a book, so the concepts are instantly relatable.

Harry Potter is a good guy, side by side with Luke Skywalker and Samwise- oh, I mean, er, Frodo Baggins. Voldemort is a bad guy, in the same lineup as the Emperor and Sauroman.

These characters are always against each other. Books upon books are dedicated to the ultimate fights between good and evil. More often than not, good wins in the end.

But why?

2019 Leaky Con with (from left to right) Heather Mac, Russel W. Dalton, and Scarlett Mc.

I had the pleasure to attend the 2019 Leaky Con in Dallas, Texas. There, I went to a seminar titled “Horcruxes Not Hallows” by Russel W. Dalton, professor of religious education at the Brite Divinity School. I was able to listen to his views on why Harry triumphed over Voldemort in the end.

It was slightly more complicated than “good beats evil” and “love always wins”, although those words are valid. No, there is a real, logical, explanation.

I believe I am safe to say Remus Lupin fans (shout out to my fellow Lupin lovers!) had a real emotional roller coaster ride reading the end of Half Blood Prince and the beginning of Deathly Hallows. Remus is thoroughly depressed in these sections and makes all the wrong choices. I have never EVER been more disappointed in Lupin and more proud of Harry than when after Harry used Expelliarmus against Stan Shunpike;

“Harry, the time for disarming is past! These people are trying to capture and kill you! At least Stun if you aren’t prepared to kill!

“We were hundreds of feet up! Stan’s not himself and if I Stunned him, he’d have died the same as if I use Avada Kedavra! Expelliarmus saved me from Voldemort two years ago,” Harry added defiantly. Lupin was reminding him of the sneering Hufflepuff Zacharias Smith, who jeered at Harry for wanting to teach Dumbledore‘s Army how to disarm.

“Yes, Harry,” said Lupin with painful restraint, “and a great number of Death Eaters witnessed that happening. Forgive me, but it was a very unusual move then under eminent threat of death. Repeating it tonight in front of Death Eaters who either witnessed or heard about the first occasion was close to suicidal!”

“So you think I should’ve killed Stan Shunpike?” Said Harry angrily.

Of course not,” said Lupin, “but the Death Eaters-frankly most people-would’ve expected you to attack back! Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move and I urge you not to let it become so!”

Lupin was making Harry feel idiotic, and yet there was still a grain of defiance inside him.“I won’t blast people out of my way just because they’re there,” said Harry. “That’s Voldemort’s job.”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Remus’ views have never been more askew than they are now and Harry’s have never been more on point.
Notice how Remus repeatedly uses the words Death Eaters. Death Eaters,Death Eaters, Death Eaters. That’s all he seems to care about. But Harry doesn’t refer to them once, he specifically says Stan Shunpike.

Harry is constantly seeing people as they are (save for Severus Snape, but he doesn’t put on the best persona now does he?) He sees Remus not as a bloodthirsty werewolf, but as his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Thus, he sees Stan not as a threat but as the Knight Bus conductor under the Imperious Curse.

Remus believes that the most important thing is survival. Harry believes that the most important thing is mercy.

In the “Horcruxes Not Hallows” seminar, Dalton brings up the motives of Harry and Voldemort. I admit to being confused. What did he mean what were their motives? Harry needed to get the Horcruxes while Voldemort sought after the Hallows.

But Dalton went on to reveal something I had never thought of before.

Why didn’t Harry go after the Hallows, same as Voldemort? If Harry had beat Voldemort to them, he could have easily defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with the Invisibility Cloak, Resurrection Stone, and Elder Wand. Dumbledore had even given him everything he needed to find them (Tales of Beedle the Bard and the golden Snitch) and Harry already had one! With all three, Harry would be unstoppable.
Or, Voldemort could have gone after the Horcruxes himself, keeping them safe from threat. He kept Nagini with him at all times, but that was as a last resort to keep himself alive once he learn that the Golden Trio were destroying the pieces of his soul he had hidden.

By retrieving the Horcruxes, Harry was securing that Voldemort could be defeated, yet in the final battle, Harry gives, not Voldemort, but Tom Riddle a chance of redemption until the very end.

“But before you try to kill me, I advise you to think about what you’ve done… think and try for some remorse, Riddle…”

“What is this?” Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this. Harry saw his pupils contract to thin slits, saw skin around his eyes whiten.

“It’s your last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left…I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise…be a man…try…try for some remorse…”

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Media nowadays does not think twice before allowing the hero to kill the bad guy. David Yates, the director of the movie adaptation of the Deathly Hallows, talked about how the movies portrayed the last battle.

So, I always wanted to get it out of the Great Hall, away from an audience, so the sequence became much more about a boy facing down this nemesis, this demon that had haunted him right throughout his childhood. This is the figure that had killed his parents. 

David Yates

Really, Yates? Is that really what it is about? Because last time I checked, Harry only sought after revenge once, when he heard falsehoods that Sirius Black had betrayed his mother and father. And when given the chance to kill Sirius…he didn’t.

This is because Harry has never wanted revenge. Slytherins want revenge, not Gryffindors. Gryffindors want justice not revenge.

Justice is not judgement. Judgement results in Voldemort killing Harry’s parents and would have resulted in Harry killing Voldemort if Harry believed in human’s ability to judge others.

Human anger does not produce righteousness. Anyone who listens to the world’s ideas on morals is deceived. Justice comes from a power higher than our own. I believe Harry knows that.

And Harry offered justice to Tom in their last stance. If Voldemort had seen the error of his ways, he would have been sparred. Harry gave him opportunity until the last spell.

Going back to the Harry and Remus’ row, Remus says that Disarming should not be Harry’s go to move. And yet, fans like us know that Expelliarmus is Harry’s signature spell.

By using Expelliarmus, Harry gave Voldemort the chance to use any other spell than Avada Kadavra. If Voldemort had not used the killing curse, he would not have perished. His curse rebounded upon him. He could have saved himself.

But he didn’t.

Harry Potter isn’t purely about good vs evil. It is about the choices each side makes. About how Harry had mercy until the very end.

We live in a world of retaliation. When someone wrongs another, it becomes perfectly acceptable to seek revenge. Everyday there is more evidence of the battle of humans. Not good vs evil, as it should be, but hate vs hate, discontentment vs discontentment. No problem had ever been solved in such a way.
While other characters like Remus and even Molly Weasley fall into this very human way of acting, Harry does not.

While the hearts may be true, it is the actions we take that determine who we are.

There are two wolves. A white wolf and a black wolf. Which one wins?

Whichever one you feed.

Harry potter During COVID

In the midst of all the virus and monomania, I found myself where I usually do…in a Harry Potter book. I’ve always had a knack for levity, a word which here means the ability to break serious tension with humor. So of course, I made Harry Potter memes during a pandemic. There are just some times when you need to laugh rather than cry.

Every boy in the Goblet of Fire movie adaption be looking like the IRL boys in quarantine…honestly did Sirius set a trend or what?

This one is me. I never thought of myself as the “mom friend” before corona. Now I force my friends to wash their hands all the time and carry vanilla scented hand sanitizer and three masks in my purse…just in case.

Please, please, please do NOT listen to mainstream media! Like…I know most people have grown up watching and trusting TV but…blimey, mate…don’t be a Pansy Parkinson.

COVID isn’t a joke…until Malfoy gets it. 😂

Two months into COVID I was so done with corona this and the virus that. Who wasn’t just done with it? Fear shouldn’t rule anyone’s life…but safety and fellowship can.

Neville is my boy. Though he is often portrayed as a wimp, the guy can think for himself and make wise decisions. He a good boy. 😇

Wrackspurts. Need I say more?