Thanks to this book, I’m officially a Harry Potter fan.

My heart has been torn into a million pieces. My soul is utterly destroyed. Why do I allow fictional characters to RUIN ME

I won’t say much in this review, because at this point everything that could possibly be said about this series has been said already. But I will say that up until the last few pages of this book, I absolutely HATED Harry as a character. I thought he was childish, rude, a horrible friend and even worse person, immature, and just damn annoying. Of course he has his reasons for being angry with the world, I don’t blame him for that. And he is just a kid and isn’t expected to be mature. But reading these last two books as an adult has been soooo frustrating because I view Harry the way the other adults in these books do; as an inexperienced child too young and naive to be trusted with confidential and dangerous information. Watching him throw temper tantrums for being kept in the dark, and taking out his anger on Ron and Hermione was so annoying and made me hate him. But those last few pages, especially him conversation with Scrimgeour, 100% redeemed his character for me. It’s unfortunate that the events of this book is what caused me to like him finally, but it made him mature really quickly and become the brave, awe-inspiring person that other characters, in my opinion undeservingly, saw him as.