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||Harry is the answer!



The last time I made a post about the most sought after wizard of all times, Harry Potter, I promised I'd write more about that world of magic. Considering the fact that I've watched The Prisoner of Azkaban about thrice over this weekend, courtesy the Warner Bros. Channel, I thought it rather apt to bump the topic. The third part in the series, it features Sirius Black as the main character and quite appropriate to be showing around fathers' day. Because according to me, he's one of the most awesome dad-figures ever to be created in the history of fiction.

Right now, I'm on the scene where Hagrid introduces Buckbeak to the whole class. The scene where Harry takes a ride, the scene of Buckbeak's flight is exhilarating! Anyway, I digress, well we all know that. The expression on Harry's face every time he hears something about his parents shows so much longing, so much love! Near the end of the movie, (now I'm not speaking of the books here because a lot of people choose movies over the books, God knows why!), right when we've started to loathe Black for being a traitor, when the madness in his eyes is rightly interpreted as vengeance, only against the wrong person, the revelation that he's actually a pretty-goddamn-badass-but-awesome Godfather is mindblowing.

The idea itself, of Harry finally having a family, a home is so appealing. What's more than cruel is Rowling's decision to finally kill it in the next part after giving him a close save in this one. Its heartbreakingly unbearable! Yet again, I thought I'd post this as a tribute to the best Godfather ever.

Sirius Black,
      We love you.

Sincerely,
      Potterheads all over the world.

:)


PS : The title signifies Harri is the answer to my mood lifts!

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