I was pretty much a total sloppy wreck as I made my way to the end of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on the train home from work tonight. How frickin' wonderful would it have been if Snape hadn't effed everything up in the Shrieking Shack and Harry'd actually gone to live with Sirius instead of the Dursleys after his third year at Hogwarts? The poor kid had already been through so much shitty stuff at that point in his life and I wanted so damn badly for J.K. Rowling to just give him that one thing.
Oh yeah, also I kinda feel like Albus Dumbledore is speaking directly to me through these books. Not only is the dude a kickass gay wizard, he also seems to be a bit of an expert on death and grief and loss, I think.
"You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him."