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I have had a wave of inspiration and creativity recently. I have now decided to take a hiatus from the book-writing because a new project has burst into creation! I’m going to write a script for a TV drama, and when it is completed, I plan to send it off for reviewing! This new idea came about after reading a Harry Potter fanfic online. It was such an excellent story that I was immediately inspired to write a script with similar levels of emotion and fervour. I have developed the plot lines, setting and characters. It’s just a matter of writing the thing now, and I am so excited about it! I will not rest until it is complete!
Goodbye, WordPress, until my script is finished! <3
I’ve been here before. I want nothing more than to write an epic poem or excerpt for the book, but I lack the inspiration, creativity and motivation. The deep, murky waters of writer’s block have encapsulated me once again. Perhaps I no longer have the vivid and superfluous imagination that I once had, or perhaps since I started university I have become inherently and incredibly lazy. I must still have my imagination, though.
My characters are still alive and still fully-formed, lying dormant in my mind until I have the energy to write their scenes. Mariella Lucie Victoire Delamer invades my thoughts every day. Her emotional range is quite a deep one, as she tries for the sake of her childhood-sweetheart turned ex-husband, Mathieu Jacques Delamer, to dilute her magical power, although her wish to bring their daughter, Renee, back from the dead interferes with this. Her obsession with bringing Renee back using increasingly dangerous and complex spells ultimately drove Mathieu away from their marriage. Furthermore, handsome, evil-spirit-master Charles has promised her that should she help him in his quest, she will be able to bring Renee back. Her tumultuous lust for dark, ravishing Charles also obscures her better judgement. As such, she is a woman influenced by many different factors.
The reason I am splurging my thoughts here is because I read somewhere that in order to cure writer’s block, one must attempt to write something, no matter how trivial or insignificant. I will now attempt to write a poem with no drafting, right here in this post.
Take me in your arms,
Disappear into the night,
Shield the world from sight.
An icy allure.
Your wicked smile entices,
Piercing, handsome gaze.
The crystal moon shines.
As we flee in earnest the
Trees dance in our wake.
Desire for you prompts
Dark uncertainty but I
Crave security.
Phew, that got the creativity flowing! A poem consisting of four haikus! Now then…what to write tonight?!
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What better way to immerse myself in writing again than to force myself on pain of death (or something less extreme) to resume this blog! I have a valid excuse for not writing here – I have been experiencing overwhelming stress on account of mounds of university work which I have not the energy to complete or even begin. I am possibly the laziest person in the world. I let things pass me by, stress myself out day after day and then go into a paroxysm of fright as deadlines loom ever closer (indeed, I am procrastinating from revision this very second)…
Owing to the mental upheaval that has encapsulated me over the past few months, my writing, and indeed my sleeping pattern, have both experienced a sinister decline. HOWEVER, it is now a new year, and my resolution is to put all of this behind me, and continue in my role as a flourishing writer! I have people who love me, and, really, life is too short to worry about what lies ahead in the world beyond university; I should just work hard and enjoy myself along the way. I don’t know where I would be without my boyfriend, friends and family! Life will work itself out in due course.
And what is the future, happy one?
A sea beneath a cloudless sun;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.
- Emily Brontë
In any case, last night I escaped from the gloomy land of Writer’s Block, where apathetic writers are doomed to stroll forevermore. I quite literally forced myself to sit with pen in hand, hovering tentatively over my fancy notebook. After a short while, I managed to plunge myself deep into my thoughts once more and I finally produced a poem of 3 stanzas, and written in Iambic Pentameter! Not bad after a LONG hiatus! As to my book, I have been writing little tidbits here and there – nothing too elaborate. All sorts of ideas are whirling around my head but I feel like I cannot find the words to do them justice. My characters are as alive and kicking as ever. I still know each and every intricate detail of their lives. From this day forward, I am making it my business to write SOMETHING every day, whether it be an idle sort of concept or a fully-fledged piece of prose.
On that note, I’ll leave you with an excerpt of a poem that inspired me to write again:
I haven’t written you in a long time.
A sudden window winks open.
The sky has my father’s
beaten face. I missed you. I missed how
you comforted me the way you
comfort me now with your wide-eyed
lucidity, the languor of the patient
unfurling of yourself, luxuriously
disregarding the latest betrayal
like a headline stark across the front
page of my face.
- Cyril Wong
I feel sure that I will write again very soon.
Toodlepip.
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Remember me? The owner of this WordPress account? I am aware that I have been extremely lazy and apathetic on the blog front. I have been busy moving into University accommodation and trying to download lecture notes on this ancient, exhausted laptop.
Today, I have found the time to post a new blog entry, although I have to admit, after having realised that it was foolish of me to post my own poetry/novel excerpts on this blog, I have since known no reason for me to continue posting anything. Perhaps some day soon I will surprise you with a sudden explosion of knowledge and intellect, but for now I am constantly drained of energy. I don’t even have the motivation to write anything of value for the book or my poetry collection. There is simply too much on my mind, for instance, University assignments and an extensive and partly tedious reading list.
You may consider these parting words as my way of expressing a wish for a hiatus from ‘blogging’. I will write here if and when I am hit with a sudden wave of inspiration or indignance to splurge my thoughts once more.
Until next time.
Alicia.
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It suffices to say that I am back on WordPress, and once again, you must forgive me for my extended absence. Luckily, I have returned with a significantly healthier state of mind, owing to the fact that my A-Levels are over, and I am enjoying a summer holiday filled with happiness, high income and excitement for future plans! There have been some small changes in my life since I last logged in – I now have two jobs (which, for a person as lazy as myself, I consider to be something of a grandiose achievement), and I parted company with my faithful old phone in order to purchase a new Blackberry Curve. I also turned 19 a few weeks ago, and already I feel as though my youth has dwindled.
Unfortunately, I decided that I must remove my poetry and book extracts from this blog as it was extremely disconcerting to find that after merely typing “Mariella and Mathieu” into Google (as idle curiosity got the better of me), this blog appeared as the first search result, with information on my book widely available to anybody around the world. Also, since I have grown increasingly more ambitious, I have found the nerve to enter several poetry competitions, and entrants are apparently forbidden to have previously published their poetry on the internet. As such, my poems are going to have to remain private from now on.
On a lighter note, throughout the course of my “WordPress Hiatus” I have had an abundance of inspiration, and as a result, I have written a substantial amount of both poetry and prose. For my birthday, Michael bought me Tim Burton’s short stories, and all of the stories/poems are simply magnificent. Tim’s imagination is vast and enchanting, and he inspired me to write a few short haikus and nonsense poems. I have found it very easy to write both poetry and prose during this summer holiday, simply because my mind is free to wander; my imagination thus allows words to escape from the tip of my pen with remarkable ease.
I must sleep, as yet another day of work awaits me. I promise I will write here more often…
Toodlepip.
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Tonight, I had the intention to write something, yet after having written eighteen pages in my English Literature examination, I have not been able to muster the motivation until this late hour. As such, this blog entry will most likely turn out to be an insight into my inner-most thoughts, owing to my distinct lack of a specific subject upon which to dedicate this post.
First of all, there are all sorts of undeveloped and vague ideas circulating around my heavy mind at the moment, most of them involving monsters, flying creatures, stars, bursts of light, dark intriguing figures, blooming roses, tyrannical monarchs, violent ocean activity, glowing trees, and other such mysterious and miscellaneous ‘things’, all which I cannot define by use of mere words. In my mind’s eye, I tend to envision all sorts of dark and shapeless ‘things’ (for want of a better word). Unfortunately, during this period of examinations, my creativity is repressed, and these ‘things’ in my mind will have to stay as just that for a while. I wonder what these vague ideas will lead to… perhaps some intricate imagery for my book, or a rather ambiguous poem. I am seriously hoping for the former, since I long to write about the world which must remain so dormant in my head until the end of June.
However, in spite of looming stress and revision, I have been successful in writing some very unusual poetry, all which alludes to aspects of my conscience/long-term memory store, or is perhaps just a cultivation of the frustration and boredom I have been subjected to during this very irksome couple of months, where my brain must be saturated with quotes from poems/plays/novels, French vocabulary and Psychological studies; so much so that most days I inevitably suffer from an unpleasant and incessant headache. I can almost feel the nerves twitching in dismay as I painstakingly take out a new set of notes to peruse.
Moving on from this dreary topic of discussion, today I saw Lady GaGa’s music video for ‘Alejandro’, and what an inspiration it turned out to be! Perhaps this video, the episode of ‘The Vampire Diaries’ I watched and the inspirational music I have been listening to tonight have all prompted these dark, mysterious ideas! I ardently admire Lady GaGa. Not only is she a singularly talented musician and lyricist, she also has a fantastic, intricate imagination, and all of her eccentric, elaborate clothes, shows and videos express this imagination. She is one of my heroes, and I will always love her style, imagination and music. Most people don’t understand the creativity she possesses, because they are too intent on criticising her clothes, and not looking deeper into the aesthetics of what she does. Lady GaGa is brilliant, in all respects. Enough said.
For myself and countless others, summer is eagerly anticipated; I have such plans in mind. I will spend time with my boyfriend and my all of my friends, and generally just enjoy life. For this, I simply cannot wait, and this hope motivates me to work hard for just twenty-two more days!
I noted earlier that this entry will most likely be an insight into my thoughts, and as thoughts spring to mind, I begin to type them. Unfortunately for you, reader, my thoughts have drifted towards the story which has been constructing itself in my mind for the past three years or so. For bringing the blog entry around to writing again, you must forgive me.
My favourite television programme is undoubtedly ’The Vampire Diaries’ (thanks to April Morgan), and I am astonished as to how much the vindictively handsome Damon resembles my book character Charles. They both have dark hair, dark eyes, high cheekbones, they have the same enchanting gaze and smile, and even speak in such a similar lyrical and intelligent manner. Of course, their biographical/social backgrounds are totally different. I can’t help adoring the character of Damon and the actor Ian Somerhalder who portrays him. I have also started reading the ‘Vampire Diaries’ books, and, well… Damon is as enchanting and cunning in my imagination as he is on screen. What an absolute gift of a character, quite like my character Charles, whose appearances I just love writing in my own book. Furthermore, in ‘The Vampire Diaries’, Elena slightly resembles my character Mariella, but only in appearance. Mariella is much more informed, witty and cunning than Elena is; their personalities are totally different. However, since Elena has brown hair, brown eyes and a petite, slender figure (like Mariella), it is hard, when watching Elena and Damon interact on screen, to remember that I am watching Elena and Damon, and not Mariella and Charles from my own story.
Here is a photo of Damon and Elena (well, actually, Katherine, Elena’s ancestor – it is the same actress however). You can assume for the sake of argument that I imagine Mariella and Charles to look somewhat similar to these people.
I chose this picture of them, as of course, it is a flashback of when Damon lived in the 19th century (and this is when my book is set).
I rather think that I have rambled on too much tonight. I shall leave with an endearment, since I am feeling appreciative of everything tonight.
Sweet dreams. x
Recently, I have been watching documentaries on both Ancient Greek Mythology and the history of that era, and I am just utterly fascinated by all of it. It is also quite gratifying to learn that some of the “Christian religion” is based upon the Mythology and folklore of Ancient Greece, and in this entry I am going to explore this revelation, and also reveal to you the shocking murders and atrocities that power-hungry Christians perpetrated towards those who did not conform to their beliefs.
In my opinion, I believe that the Ancient Greeks concocted fantastic myths in order to explain things that happened on Earth, owing to the fact that they had no empirical/scientific technology to offer the true facts.
For instance, the Ancient Greeks believed that the season of Winter occurs because Demeter, the Goddess of the Harvest (who also controlled the seasons) became depressed after Hades, the God of the Underworld snatched her daughter Persephone and dragged her down into the land of the dead to be his Queen. Eventually, Hades allowed Persephone to live on Earth for nine months of the year, but for three months she had to live down in the Underworld. During these three months, life came to a stand still in the form of winter, as Demeter pined for her daughter and neglected her duties as the Goddess of the Harvest, forgetting to regulate the sunshine and the growing of plants and trees.
It is acceptable that the Ancient Greeks came up with these stories, as they weren’t to know about science and technology until several centuries later. Ancient Greek myths are irrevocably interesting, but were the stories of people trying to make sense of a vast, intricate world. What excuse then, do modern Christians have for placing importance on myths and folklore?
It is evident, and has been noted by many scholars through the ages that there are certain parallels between Ancient Greek myths and the religion of Christianity. How can it be that “Christianity” and “The Bible” are fact when some of it is based on myth? I will give you some examples:
Firstly, everyone knows that in Mythology, the King of the Gods was Zeus, just as some people believe that Jesus is God. Before Zeus was born, his father Cronus, Titan God and his sister Rhea had married [Gods often married siblings as they often believed that nobody other than flesh and blood was suitable for them to marry]. Cronus learned from Gaia and Uranus that he was destined to be overcome by his own son. As a result, although he had fathered Demeter, Hera, Hades, Hestia, and Poseidon by Rhea, he devoured them all as soon as they Rhea had given birth to them, to prevent the prophecy from coming true. Of course, being immortal children of two Gods, the babies did not die but merely lived and grew within their father’s stomach. When Zeus, was born Rhea sought Gaia to devise a plan to save them and to eventually get retribution on Cronus for his acts against his children. Rhea hid Zeus in a cave, and presented Cronus with a rock wrapped up in rags and told him it was a baby. Cronus swallowed the rock, believing it was his sixth child, and Zeus grew up in the cave that Rhea had hidden him in.
Now, does this story sound familiar? A mother hiding her baby from a God who wants to kill him in fear of being overthrown? Mary hiding Jesus from King Herod? King Herod was also scared that Jesus would replace him as the King of the Jews. How mysterious… As we know, Greek myths were devised centuries before Christianity began, and the prophets/gospel writers of Jesus’ age would have been aware of such myths. Is it possible that they incorporated these myths into their own stories of Christianity? Hmm.
Another similarity lies in the story of Hades. When Zeus grew up, he released his siblings from the stomach of their father Cronus. After the Olympians defeated the Titans, Hades, being the oldest, should have inherited his father’s status as the King of the Gods. However, the three sons: Zeus, Hades and Poseidon drew lots to make this decision. It was decided that Poseidon was to be the God of the Sea, that Zeus was to be the King of the Gods and that Hades was the God of the Underworld, or the God of Death.
It is important to note that, when Hades went down into the Underworld, he created three regions to the Land of the Dead. After their death, famous, virtuous heroes, or people who had lived a life filled with good deeds were to be placed in the Elysian Fields (a place of harmony, freedom and virtue). Indifferent and ordinary people were to be placed in the Asphodel Meadows (a monotonous, dreary place where their souls wandered for all eternity). Lastly, wrongdoers and evil people were sent to Tartarus (a deep, gloomy abyss of fire, where souls are punished and burned in the fires forever). Again, this is quite similar to Christian beliefs. Heaven was based on the idea of the Elysian Fields, Limbo was based on the Asphodel Meadows and Hell is strikingly similar to Tartarus.
One last example of this can be found in the similarities between the stories of Odysseus’ realisation that he must risk death and Jesus’ same realisation.
Long story short, in this epic story, written by the esteemed Greek philosopher Homer, Odysseus tried to return home after the Trojan War and reassert his place as rightful king of the island of Ithaca. He faced many trials and tribulations on this long journey home. As he and his crew were sailing, Odysseus knew that they must sail past the sea-monster Scylla and a whirlpool named Kharybdis which would engulf their ship.
[Here is a description of Scylla that I found here http://www.theoi.com/Pontios/Skylla.html:
Scylla was a monstrous sea goddess who haunted the rocks of certain narrow strait opposite the whirlpool daemon Kharybdis. Ships who sailed too close to her rocks would lose six men to her ravenous, darting heads. Homer describes Skylla as a creature with twelve dangling feet, six long necks and grisly heads lined with a triple row of sharp teeth.]
Thus, Odysseus had to decide whether to risk total destruction and death in the whirlpool or to risk losing just six of his men by Scylla’s wrath. While his men were sleeping, Odysseus prayed to the Gods (not Poseidon, as Odysseus had greatly upset him) to help him escape death. This can be equated to how Jesus prayed to God that he could escape the inevitable death that was awaiting him, while his disciples were sleeping in the Garden of Gethsemane. These “coincidences” may be more than just that.
I promised, at the start of this blog entry, to detail some of the murders and atrocities that the early Christians committed to rid people of more rational views.
I will detail one incident that took place, of course, in Ancient Greece.
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypatia]
Hypatia,(born between AD 350 and 370; died March 415) was a Greek scholar from Alexandria, Egypt, considered the first notable woman in mathematics, who also taught philosophy and astronomy. She lived in Roman Egypt, and was killed by a Christian mob who blamed her for religious turmoil.
Also, at the time, there was a library in Alexandria which contained all the books that had been written at the time. Basically, Christians, believing that Hypatia’s work on astronomy was “black magic”, found her, stripped her naked and dragged her through the streets to the newly Christianised Caesareum church, where she was brutally killed. Some reports suggest she was flayed with ostraca (pot shards) until she died, and then her body was torn into pieces before being thrown into a fire.
Here are later reports detailing the gruesome event:
Socrates Scholasticus (5th century AD)
Yet even she fell a victim to the political jealousy which at that time prevailed. For as she had frequent interviews with Orestes, it was calumniously reported among the Christian populace, that it was she who prevented Orestes from being reconciled to the bishop. Some of them therefore, hurried away by a fierce and bigoted zeal, whose ringleader was a reader named Peter, waylaid her returning home, and dragging her from her carriage, they took her to the church called Caesareum, where they completely stripped her, and then murdered her by scraping her skin off with tiles and bits of shell. After tearing her body in pieces, they took her mangled limbs to a place called Cinaron, and there burnt them.
John of Nikiû (7th century AD)
And in those days there appeared in Alexandria a female philosopher, a pagan named Hypatia, and she was devoted at all times to magic, astrolabes and instruments of music, and she beguiled many people through Satanic wiles…A multitude of believers in God arose under the guidance of Peter the magistrate…and they proceeded to seek for the pagan woman who had beguiled the people of the city and the prefect through her enchantments. And when they learnt the place where she was, they proceeded to her and found her…they dragged her along till they brought her to the great church, named Caesareum. Now this was in the days of the fast. And they tore off her clothing and dragged her…through the streets of the city till she died. And they carried her to a place named Cinaron, and they burned her body with fire.
Well, there’s nothing like good Christian values…
Moreover, the Christians destroyed the Ancient monuments and destroyed the books in the Ancient library (and obviously, there was only ever one copy of each book). So now, we can only guess at what those books detailed. Secrets of the Egyptian pyramids, perhaps? And now we can never know.
I shall leave you with that thought.
Toodlepip.
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So here I am, sheepishly signing in to my WordPress account to post a new blog entry after over a month’s hiatus. You see, I have been so busy what with exams and revision that I have hardly had the time to even boot up my laptop.
My French speaking test went very well (indeed, better than I could have hoped), so all my overwhelming anxiety was once again superfluous and unnecessary. I doubt I will ever learn; obsessive anxiety is clearly just my nature.
Over the past couple of weeks, I have constructed a daily routine which is most unlike myself. I am engaging in tasks such as vigorous exercise, strolls outdoors and painting, during breaks from revision, writing, reading, going out, etc.
Owing to the recent purchase of yet another fancy notebook, I have also been writing, A LOT. My memory seems to recall that I had written 10+ pages in this new notebook shortly after returning home from the shop in which I bought it. Inspiration is rife at the moment, what with Classic FM serenading me each day, and knowledge of ancient history from documentaries simmering through my brain and influencing the development of possible poems/story lines. Yes, the world is a very inspirational and intriguing place as of late (or simply this is because I am filled with a newfound sense of elation on account of the realisation that I never again have to set foot in that prison that I have for years called school).
Moreover, the prospect of going to university is both exciting and somewhat frightening. I am looking forward to having only to concentrate on English next year, to meeting new people, and to essentially living life in a much more enjoyable manner. I think it will do me a world of good to gain yet more independence. However, living away from home and supporting myself will be daunting at first; there’s no denying that. Hopefully, I will learn the ways of the world soon enough…
Toodlepip.
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This post is, incidentally, my way of proving to myself that I have not lost the ability to write in a legible way. I have been doubting myself as of late, owing to the distinct lack of motivation and the increasing apathy that I have been experiencing this Easter “holiday”. I have been distracted by the simple fact that I have had at least one person stay with me every day (but I love you all really).
I have two more essays to complete, and I have been procrastinating every day. Now, I am going to attempt one of them, but the attempt is not going well at all at the present moment.
Here I go…
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I cannot put into words my adoration for the character of Severus Snape in the Harry Potter books. I have been fascinated by this man from the early age of eight (when I first started reading the books), and I think that he will be a source of inspiration and enchantment for as long as I live. Although he is fictional, he seems so very real to me.
During the course of the books, I knew early on that he loved Harry’s mother, Lily, and following the release of the seventh book, I learned that I had been right all along. Snape had lived his life ever since Lily’s death vowing to protect Harry from the wrath of Voldemort, all the while pretending to be on Voldemort’s side and risking his life in order to gain information to both protect Harry and defeat Voldemort himself. Harry’s bright green eyes served as a reminder to Snape as to what he had to do for Lily, as Harry’s eyes were precisely the colour and shape of Lily’s.
In the books, Snape was always hostile and nasty towards Harry, but this was because of the complex emotions that were at war with each other within his mind. When he looked at Harry, he was reminded of the woman he loved, but he was also reminded of the man that he hated – Harry’s father, James Potter. Snape and Lily were childhood friends, and their friendship slowly disintegrated due to Snape’s fascination with the Dark Arts and his wish to join the Death Eaters. The arrogant James Potter won Lily’s heart during their seventh year of Hogwarts, and Snape remained resentful of this throughout his life.
In spite of his bitterness, once Snape had learned that the prophecy he had recalled to Voldemort was concerned with Lily, James and their son, Snape quickly went to Dumbledore and begged him to protect Lily and her family safe. From then on, Snape worked hard to protect them all, by working alongside Dumbledore and, on Dumbledore’s orders, by pretending to be faithful to Voldemort, in order that he could gather vital information which would contribute to his downfall. Once Lily had been killed by Voldemort, Snape continued to be loyal to Dumbledore, and worked to protect Harry, because his love for Lily was his main priority in life.
Throughout the series, people were speculating as to whether Snape was truly loyal to Dumbledore or Voldemort. I always knew that Snape was a good man, and even after Snape killed Dumbledore, I knew that he had done so on Dumbledore’s orders, and so he had.
Severus Snape was the bravest character in the books, and I was utterly outraged by his death. Snape was killed by Voldemort for the simple reason that Voldemort believed that Snape’s death would enable him to be the master of the Elder Wand. Of course, Draco Malfoy was the master of the wand, and so Snape’s death was for nothing. Dumbledore had told Snape that when Voldemort began fearing for the life of his snake (one of the Horcruxes), it was time to tell Harry that part of Vodlemort’s soul lived inside him. When Voldemort called Snape to the Shrieking Shrack, Snape noticed that the snake now resided in a proctective bubble, and so Snape tells Voldemort repeatedly that he will bring Harry to him. He was obviously trying to get to Harry to tell him what Dumbledore told him he must say – Snape was maintaining his double agent life to the very end. Alas, Voldemort ordered the snake to kill Snape, and it did so. As he was dying, Harry approached Snape, and Snape had just enough life in him to procure the memories that would tell Harry everything he needed to know. As the life dwindled from him, Snape begged Harry to look at him, and my interpretation of this is that he wanted to see Lily’s eyes one last time before he passed on (*sniff*). I personally think that Severus Snape deserved to live, or at least to die a more heroic death than this unnecessary one. How ironic it was that Snape’s final resting place was where James Potter had saved him from death at the hands of Lupin in his werewolf state all those years ago…
I have to give J.K. Rowling credit, as she ensured that Harry let everybody know that Snape was faithful to Dumbledore from the beginning during his final battle with Voldemort. Harry declares to the room that Snape was a good man and had loved his mother his entire life, and this comforted me immensely. Furthermore, in the Epilogue, which is set nineteen years after Harry defeats Voldemort, we learn that Harry names his children James, Lily and Albus. The poignant thing about this is, that Albus Potter’s middle name is Severus. In the Epilogue, as Albus is about to enter his first year at Hogwarts, he is concerned that he will be sorted into Slytherin. Harry tells him that he was “named after two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them [Snape] was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew.” I thank J.K. Rowling for allowing Harry to forget his animosity for Snape in light of Snape’s protection of him over the years.
As to Alan Rickman’s portrayal of Snape in the films, I think he is perfect for the role. Alan Rickman was Rowling’s personal choice to portray the character, and she had told him from the beginning that Snape had loved Lily – “He knew very early on that he’d been in love with Lily. He needed to understand where this bitterness towards this boy who’s the living example of her preference for another man came from.”
Severus Snape is the most intriguing and most amazing fictional character that I have ever encountered, and the fictional Snape that resides within my mind when re-reading the Harry Potter books for the millionth time, will live forever as far as I’m concerned (however, sometimes, I forget that he is fictional).
R.I.P. Severus Snape, “the bravest man I ever knew”. ♥
9th January 1960 – 2nd May 1998
