Oh my God. Oh my -- curse the clock because midnight means I can't scream aloud.
I have no issue with Dumbledore dying, none.
It had to happen eventually, and now that I'm reminded 17 is the age of maturity rather than the time around which the kids leave Hogwarts (turning 18), this really had to happen now, narratively speaking.
But I can't believe, I mean, oh God... Okay, calm down, Zerl. Deep breaths.
But that just turns my universe upside down! Not to mention my *slashy* universe, because what are Snarry shippers supposed to do with a Snape that was actually on the other side all along? Write different types of stories, yes, but never the kinds that we've been enjoying up until now! *wails*
And I'm not believing it. Not even a whit. (Shut up, Sirius people.)
It can't have been. There's too many hints scattered all over the place; I mean think about... and then there's also the fact that... And most of all: that metaphor with Fang trapped in a burning house, the pain of it, the frustration and desperation, is just too beautiful to have meant anything else! (Just shut up, you people over there, okay?)
He didn't have to tell Harry he was the HBP but he does! Out of desperation, because the brat still wouldn't believe he's actually sacrificing his deepest morality just so he can one day save him -- which, why would he believe him, really, but oh, poor Severus. Doubly so, if I put my shipper glasses on. But even without! Just. Gyah! *wails some more*
I actually kept thinking all the way that it was Harry that Draco was after, and Snape would have to sacrifice his life because of the vow. Rowling dropped hints left and right (personally I think she had to, since Dumbledore being the next to die was already speculated so widely and so vocally) suggesting it might be Snape dying in the end -- a whole chapter titled "The Unbreakable Vow" straight after which we're told the penalty is death; another chapter ending with the omen that DADA teachers can't last more than a year; that foreboding parallel burial where Hagrid and Slughorn sing the tragedy of the good dying young -- and when you look back at them, they still make total sense with things turning out the way they do. Just, I never saw that one coming!
Oh my. My wholehearted applause to Rowling...
Wholehearted, because I really, really, really don't believe this is the end of my dearly-loved character.*g*
Sirius is dead, but Severus no traitor!
(I said shut up! Just shut up! No, *yours* was wishful thinking but mine isn't! Really it isn't! ::has catfight with thin air:: )
Now I finally understand why some people take such issue with Bad!Ben and unhappy endings, because *my* ending would have been much better... I was resigned to accept it; it's melodramatic even, now that I stop and think about it, whereas this! This I refuse to believe! That's much too painful, if things are the way they look... But still, also if they're not.
Oh God. I don't know if I can enjoy going looking for the Mounties with this still on my mind, but I'm going to do my best and block out all things HP when I go to the Expo... Oh who am I kidding? Like I can leave the book at home when there's all that time waiting in lines that can be spent pouring over each tiny bit of text like Snape trying to put an A minus on Hermione's essay?