When I first read the Deathly Hallows, I was sorely infuriated with the epilogue. I wanted to rip and tear the book apart, burn it in the fireplace then scatter its ashes in some abysmal garbage dump.
Of course, I did not. Then my collection wouldn't be complete, but I did cry out of pure rage. I didn't want Harry to be married. How was I supposed to dream about him falling for me if he was 30 or 40 years old?
YES
NO
Of course, I would have to turn him down for two reasons.
1. I have a boyfriend.
2. I do not dapple in the magical arts.
Sigh. I think that is the only time I was furious with JK Rowling.
Wait. That's a lie. I was pretty pissed when she killed Hedwig, Doby, Fred, and Moody.
Especially Fred...
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