Harry is Jesus

This entry contains references to Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.

I just reread the last few chapters in the last Harry Potter book and something dawned on me when I read this:

‘You won’t be killing anyone else tonight,’ said Harry as they circled, and stared into each other’s eyes, green into red. ‘You won’t be able to kill any of them, ever again. Don’t you get it? I was ready to die to stop you hurting these people -’

‘But you did not!’

‘- I meant to, and that’s what did it. I’ve done what my mother did. They’re protected from you…’

This is of course part of the final dialogue between Harry and Lord Voldemort after Harry’s resurrection, after he “didn’t defend [him]self tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again”.

The parallels between this and the resurrection of Christ are unmistakeable. I found this very very interesting! And once I start to look at the book in this way, the Christian paradigm seems to apply fairly well.

Dumbledore, the father figure, is certainly omniscient and omnipresent. He is just a tiny bit lacking in the omnipotence department though he is still the cleverest, the most powerful and skilled wizard of his time, but the emphasis on his figure as a loving Father is consistent with some strands of Christianity.

Furthermore, just like these strands of Christianity, human goodness rather than human sinfulness is the central doctrine in this book. This human goodness, or Love, as Lord Voldemort speaks of so derisively, is the Holy Spirit that warms you, guides you and what produces a Patronus to protect and shield you. So, there, now we have the Trinity.

“…but I was selfish, Harry, more selfish than you, who are a remarkably selfless person…”

Intermission 幕間

I’ve always known my interest in writing. But I also noticed some time ago that my various attempts at writing something that resembles a novel had always been fuelled by depressed episodes during my life, usually caused by disappointments in love. Quite tacky and true.

This most recent attempt was no exception. Its inspirations were varied and somewhat convoluted, but very certainly stemmed from an aborted relationship whose aftermath slowly but inexorably consumed me as the grief subsided but only into the subconscious.

However, that is all in the past now. A lot has changed in the last four months; Momojiro-sama is happy in that paradise called Ryuukyuu. I say goodbye with no sadness, some regret and plenty of optimism.

I shall continue this blog with my near-life persona; for I think to say that this is my true native voice is to tell a lie. I am not sure of even the existence of such a thing. So, for now, I live on with my personas, one of whom I share with you whilst the old one’s on her holiday.