Time again for more Book Lovers for the Prevention of Supporting Character Neglect! Where Book Lovers from across the world stand in solidarity for the supporting cast. Those individuals that make the story and keep us coming back even when the protagonist needs a good smack (cough Harry Potter cough). Hear our anthem! Because everyone deserves top billing now and then.
As I just-so-happened to mention, certain protagonists tend to be extremely smackable, and all-around unlikeable. Which is exactly why we’re diving back into The Potterverse. Because really, who read Harry Potter for, well, Harry Potter? Nobody, that’s who.
Marlene: Have you started drinking early? Do you really want to dive into the Potterverse sober? I can, but it’s painful. Really. Let me start.
Jackie: Go ahead. That was too long ago for specifics for me.
Marlene: The butcher’s bill at the last battle was much too high. To begin with. And everyone with a slight tinge of grey died. Just to make things easier for that awful epilogue. Tonks or Lupin, but not both. Hermione is WAY too smart for Ron Weasley. He’ll cheat. I want the story of their divorce, to be perfectly honest.
Stella: OMG SNAPE DIES???? O_O Yep, I haven’t read/seen the 7th, so I didn’t know much about the end. Except the Ron and Hermione thing.
Cass: No worries Stella, you didn’t miss much. Angst, angst, angst. Evil dies. Everyone gets laid. The end. Did anybody watch Harry Potter and the 10 years Later? Hermione and Harry totally have an affair.
Amanda: Nah Victor Krum comes back to reignite his love with Hermione.
Cass: Holy shit does the actually happen? I only watched the first episode and got bored because Ginny was all baby-fever Susie-homemaker. Boring! Maybe I’ll go back and watch the rest….
Amanda: You mean it’s REAL!?! I need to go watch right now!
Marlene: (Ahem) Or Snape should have lived. He was a potions master, for chrissakes. He knew better. But Rowling didn’t want to really deal with the aftermath of anyone with any slight black marks in her bright new world. And the Deathly Hallows book was at least 100 pages too long.
“Have you not understood me? It was only Dumbledore’s protection that was keeping me out of Azkaban! Do you disagree that murdering his favorite student might have turned him against me? But there was more to it than that. I should remind you that when Potter first arrived at Hogwarts there were still many stories circulating about him, rumors that he himself was a great Dark wizard, which was how he had survived the Dark Lord’s attack. Indeed, many of the Dark Lords old followers thought Potter might be a standard around which we could all rally once more. I was curious, I admit it, and not at all inclined to murder him the moment he set fool in the castle.
“Of course, it became apparent to me very quickly that he had no extraordinary talent at all. He has fought his way out of a number of tight corners by a simple combination of sheer luck and more talented friends. He is mediocre to the last degree, though as obnoxious and self-satisfied as was his father before him. I have done my utmost to have him thrown out of Hogwarts, where I believe he scarcely belongs, but kill him, or allow him to be killed in front of me? I would have been a fool to risk it with Dumbledore close at hand.”
“And through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?” asked Bellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?”
“I have played my part well,” said Snape. “And you overlook Dumbledore’s greatest weakness: He has to believe the best of people….”
Cass: Agreed. Snape was always my favorite teacher. Right from the beginning, when he vocalized exactly what suspected about Harry. That he and all his little friends were morons.
“You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking,” he began. […] I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses … I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”
“Of course not,” said Hermione scathingly, before Harry could answer. “The Quibbler‘s rubbish, everyone knows that.”“Excuse me,” said Luna; her voice had suddenly lost its dreamy quality. “My father’s the editor.”“I – oh,” said Hermione, looking embarrassed. “Well … it’s got some interesting … I mean, it’s quite …”“I’ll have it back, thank you,” said Luna coldly, and leaning forwards she snatched it out of Harry’s hands. Riffling through it to page fifty-seven, she turned it resolutely upside-down again and disappeared behind it, just as the compartment door opened for the third time.“D’ you mind not offending the only people who believe me?” Harry asked Hermione as they made their way into class.“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Harry, you can do better than her,” said Hermione. “Ginny’s told me all about her, apparently she’ll only believe in things as long as there’s no proof at all. Well, I wouldn’t respect anything else from someone whose father runs The Quibbler.”
“I don’t think you should be an Auror, Harry,” said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her.“The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They’re working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease.”
‘… the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times.’Harry felt as though something was closing in upon him. His breathing seemed difficult again. ‘It means – me?’Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment through his glasses. ‘The odd thing is, Harry,’ he said softly, ‘that it may not have meant you at all. Sybil’s prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.’