Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone
Reading the start of the series again for the thousandth
time never stops astounding me, just the magic and innocence of it all.
Rereading it, with Harry who hasn’t a clue of the world yet and still has a lot
to look forward to.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Every time I read the Chamber of Secrets, all I think of
is Dobby and how much Lockhart was a douche and why In the Order of the Phoenix
did he not think of the chamber for the meetings after all it would have set
the mood.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
This is the one year Harry
didn’t have to fight Voldemort, but found something close to a family he could
get with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Every time I read Prisoner of Azkaban, I
get so angry at how they act about Sirius and how he will never be a cleared
man as we know all know he is an innocent man and know the Peter Pettigrew is
still alive and was living as scabbers, but I also note that there Rowling
gives us obvious clues, for example the lifespan of scabbers and how Hermione’s
cat going after it more than other rats. I am always glad that we have been
given Sirius Black he was always a fabulous drama queen.
Side note
Once I start reading Harry Potter nothing else matters
and it is when I get to the Goblet of Fire, the fire in my soul burns for the
series more than life itself and it is here where I feel the most excitement
and love of the series, but it also pains me to know that death comes to often
from now on.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The year Voldemort returns, and
the year war starts even if the Ministry denies everything. One of the parts I
have found the saddest and always will is when Harry finds out about Neville’s
parents and how it puts a little perspective on Neville, that he is as lost as
harry. Then there is Cedric who was
should of comeback as victor of the tournament but was killed by Voldemort and
to have people deny that Voldemort was back as to say his death meant nothing,
it was heart-breaking, he should have been the hero.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Looking back on the Order of
the Phoenix, I had always considered it my favourite out of the series, but now
I find pain. Harry finds himself in a way absent from everyone else and unsure
of how to deal with the death of Cedric and being left without information and
everyone else not telling him much, even Sirius. Harry also had to deal with
the abuse from awful Umbridge, fellow students, the government and the ridicule
from the daily prophet, how is a 15 year old supposed to cope.
Then there is Sirius… the man
who was locked up for twelve years (even though an innocent man) and two years
on the run and then cooped up in a house he hated from his cruel and horrendous
childhood, and then to give harry (the only real family he had left other the
Lupin) to not open the present that meant they could talk more often without
too much risk and then only to be killed in front of Harry and Lupin (who know
have all his close friends, who were like his family dead), and not only to
mention that he died according to the wizarding world a guilty man and that the
world was never told of his innocence, and that only a selected few new of his
innocence. I will never be over the death of Sirius Black.
Then there is Snape who was
always my favourite character, seeing how he was treated by the marauders was
horrible and unfair, yes I will admit he was not in any right to call Lilly a
mudblood, but he was treated unfairly by them, and I feel in this part of the
book is where his undercover work for the order began, as there were people who
knew he was a former death-eater like Mr Malfoy and even Umbridge knew that the
two were connected and Mr Malfoy had given a nice word on Snape to her and I do
believe the Snape has a good side but is being exploited for the his mistakes
and his bitterness.
It is only now that I feel a
lot of sadness when I read Harry Potter and the Order of the phoenix, but I
think it is the fact I gain a lot of emotions and that it speaks to me on a
spiritual level that it is my favourite book even through the sadness and even
when I am trying to hold back the tears.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
The world now knows that
Voldemort is back, and things aren’t going well for the ministry and for the
Order, and Harry is still coping with the death of Sirius, and is going back to
school, but not till his mission with Dumbledore.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood
Prince is where the whole wizarding world changes and for the reader, for all
the books we have believed that as long as there is Dumbledore, everything will
be fine, but we find that even with Dumbledore there nothing is the same. Then
unexpectedly we find Snape kills Dumbledore (even if Dumbledore knew and told
Snape to kill him, so that he can help bring Voldemort down from the inside
(and that we don’t know this till the next book when we find out that Snape was
never Voldemort’s, but Lily’s)) the death of Dumbledore hits home like we all
have lost someone dear. The wizarding world is never going to be the same again.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It all ends here, the final
part of the series. Lord Voldemort reigns supreme and only Harry can stop it;
The Deathly Hallows is one where death must came and we all must live with the
loss of all we love and hold true, and must realize that those we did not trust
can be trusted again and old judgements must die and in the end, all will be
well.
The Series Overall
The Harry Potter Series is the thing that got me into
reading and is one that I will love passionately till the day I die. The
characters and emotion are as real to me as flesh and blood. I have cried and
wept with Harry and his friends as much as I have cheered with him through his
entire journey. Harry Potter will be with us always..… Until the very end……
What a magical feeling, knowing that I have not only
completed something on my bucket list but I have jumped off the Auckland sky
tower. This morning I was full of nerves, excitement, fear and uneasiness; now
full of amazement that I have completed the jump.
After the few in front it was my turn to jump and getting
myself to the edge was hard and even though I knew I was strapped in tightly
with my harness and the actual bungee, I felt as though something horrible
could happen. Once I was holding the sides seconds before I jump and I feel my
heart racing fast, I was scared to look down and I was scared to jump; so when
I was told to jump I thought I was going to freeze but I just felt myself
jumping like my mind was a few seconds behind the moment and then there was the
fall, something new, something frightening, yet quite exquisite. The landing wasn’t so gracious at all but I
was glad I had my feet on solid ground. I was so shocked that I had done it. 
It had been a thrilling event, now that it was over and
out of the jumpsuit and harness and had been given the chance to head up to the
observation lounges, which was something else but going up the elevator the
second time wasn’t as bad, up at the top observation deck, it was nice just to
look over Auckland, the view was simply superb. 
