I love this:
It’s by Max Huffman at Mocktopus.com, via theangrymick on Twitter. And I love it because that’s exactly what I wonder about poor Harry: How does he live with himself for the rest of his life? It’s only downhill from defeating the most evilest wizard ever. How do you cope with knowing, for a sure and definite certainty at the age of 18, that you will not, cannot ever do anything more amazing, ever, even if you live to be 150?
I suppose that J.K. Rowling meant for her coda to be hopeful. We see, at the end of Deathly Hallows Part 2 — spoiler alert! — Harry, almost 20 years later, as an apparently happy family man sending his eldest son off to Hogwarts for the first time. But I say apparently because, well: Does Harry slog off to some boring-as-shit Ministry job every day and sigh his way through meetings about the price of wands in China? Does he go home every night and wonder how his life came to listening to the kids passing the blame over who spilled the floo powder in the sitting room? Is he hitting the butterbeer a bit too much these days? Maybe he’s gotten into illegal underground dragon baiting as a way to cope with the boredom?
It just seems so sad, whatever is in store for Harry post-Voldemort.
So what the heck does Harry Potter do for the rest of his life?
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