I like to think of myself as a part of the Harry Potter generation. I started secondary school a year or two after Harry – but with the spaces between books we sort of grew up together. Life got more serious. We both loved Hogwarts, defeated evil wizards, got married and got on with our lives.
And actually, while I read the books, I wasn’t convinced by Ron and Hermione. I never quite believed that someone with her ambition, drive and intelligence would decide that dating and even more marrying Ronald Weasley, despite his many good qualities, would ever satisfy her. But I read the books, I decided to trust JK Rowling, I got over it. I just make sure never to read the last chapter if I re-read them.
But now, apparently, she said she has made a mistake. It should have been Harry and Hermione all along.
I’ve not read the article (or whatever it was) in which she said it. I’ve not even tried – my husband reported the fact to me and I decided to leave it there (apart from, er, this). Now, I have a great deal of respect for JK Rowling – her writing prowess and how she has decided to live her life – and so I have decided to imagine this fairly. She probably never meant to say it – it probably just came out, she’d just been thinking about it that day. It was unlikely to be a publicity stunt from a woman who doesn’t like publicity.
But please, JK, no more.
I know Harry is yours. I know you created him, I know the whole universe came out of your head. But it’s mine too. It’s every reader’s. And you wrote what you wrote. You made those decisions. We lived through them, we cried with them, we rejoiced when Ron and Hermione finally got together. Now when I read it it will be tinged with regret.
That’s enough, now. You finished the series. By all means write more – but don’t go back on it. Please.