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Blah blah blah Harry Potter blah
I keep meaning to blog but:
- whenever I sit down to write a blog post I forget all of the brilliant ideas I came up with earlier in the day, and
- about 20% of my thought processes this week have been devoted to work, 5% to other miscellaneous thoughts (including blog-ideas that I forget five minutes later) and 75% of my thought processes during any given day are related to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and why they are so perfect that I am overwhelmed with emotion at every single thing that has ever happened to/between them in the books
These two need to get out of my head. Unfortunately the only way I can think of to fix this is to reread EVERY SINGLE HARRY POTTER BOOK and rewatch ALL OF THE MOVIES. But I'm pretty sure I won't be completely satisfied until 2010. It's possible I will be a zombie for the next three years.
Anyway, speaking of Harry Potter, here is something that has been bothering me since I finished the book:
Chapter 25 - King's Cross
Then a noise reached him through the unformed nothingness that surrounded him: the small soft thumpings of something that flapped, flailed and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent
He recoiled. He had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.
He was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, he did not want to approach it. Nevertheless he drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon he stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring himself to do it. He felt like a coward. He ought to comfort it, but it repulsed him.
"You cannot help."
Harry glanced over his shoulder to where the small, maimed creature trembled under the chair.
"What is that, Professor?"
"Something that is beyond either of our help," said Dumbledore.
Harry glanced again at the raw-looking thing that trembled and choked in the shadow beneath the distant chair.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."
What the hell was that flayed naked child-thing-creature? Was it supposed to be Voldemort's soul? There was still one Horcrux left at that point, in addition to whatever Voldemort had left in his body. Was that as much of Voldemort's soul as had reassembled itself so far? I am so disturbed by this section.« ... hide extended entry