Through the pensieve
A couple weeks ago, my six-year-old said his favorite Harry Potter character was Snape:
Dad: Who’s your favorite Harry Potter character?
D: Because he was protecting Harry.
Yesterday he watched Snape’s apparent betrayal of Dumbledore. “But he protected Harry!” shouted Li’l D. “He protected Harry!”
“There are lots of different ways of protecting people, sweetheart,” I told him. “Keep watching.”
After I wrapped up work, I joined him on the couch for The Deathly Hallows, Part 2. Li’l D took it in with great and silent concern as his dad–home just in time to also partake–and I wiped tears from our eyes through the sequence of memories derived from Snape’s tears.
I suspect Li’l D will be mulling this over for a while. For my part, I am glad to remember reading the first book back in law school … and to think with great joy how much lovelier this story is now, shared with the little one I didn’t then know would ever come to be.
Did I say “little one“? I mean “little ones.” Littler J also enjoyed the final show, if in a less contemplative way!