I reread the Harry Potter series these past few weeks and was reminded of how much I enjoy the books, how much I hate Umbridge, how conflicted my feelings are about Snape, James Potter, and Sirius, and how heart-wrenchingly sad the final battle of Hogwarts is. I really love how the series portrays even its heroes as flawed human beings – people with unique personalities, strengths, weaknesses, virtues, and vices; it counteracts the black-and-white thinking that I can be prone to. Also, I think my current favorite character is Luna Lovegood (it’s either her or Neville, the clumsy and insecure boy who blossoms into a leader of the revolt against Voldemort’s henchmen at Hogwarts).
Dolores Umbridge is arguably not the most evil character in the books. There is obviously Voldemort, who has no qualms about murder, injustice, and oppression. There are the Death Eaters, who agree with Voldemort’s positions on privilege and power, and who sacrifice the innocent to their cowardice (I’m thinking specifically of the Carrow’s here). There is even Barty Crouch, who sent Sirius to Azkaban without a trial, who upheld “justice” publicly by condemning his own son but undermined it privately by sneaking his son out of Azkaban and attempting to control him. But I hate Umbridge so much that I struggle reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, where she plays so prominent a role. I think it is the trappings of innocence and self-righteousness hung over the inner cruelty and self-serving ambition that infuriate me most about her – that, and the complete disregard she has for truth. Everything she does is a power play, a move towards a desired end, and it doesn’t matter at all to her what the facts actually are.
Luna, on the other hand, is disarmingly, unexpectedly, even awkwardly honest. She makes comments about the way she is picked on and her lack of friends as statements of fact, not seeking pity or assistance. She believes some strange things – but she believes them trusting the father who she loves, who has been her only family since her mother died when she was nine, and I admire the love and loyalty she shows him even when the other students are mocking him. From her outward appearance and behavior to the core of her personality, she is who she is and is not ashamed or self-conscious about it. And of course she is brave – she is the only non-Gryffindor student who joins Harry in his quest to rescue Sirius – and intelligent, with a love of learning and intellectual discovery (she is a Ravenclaw, after all 🙂 ).
I could go on and on about the characters; they each make me think so much about my own life and life in general, about the power of evil ideas and fear, about the strength needed to stay true to the right and the good, about the complexity of human beings and the relationships between them. But for now I’ll just ask – if you could pick one least favorite and one favorite character from the series, who would they be and why?
3 thoughts on “reading harry potter… again…”
I honestly struggle to pick a favorite character. It might be Ron, or Hermoine, or Sirius.
It’s definitely not Harry. I don’t dislike him but I also don’t find him to be the most interesting character. The way the books are written, we are almost deprived of the typical character discovery process for him, since so much is from his point of view and most discovery is of the self-discovery nature. But it’s been awhile since I’ve read the books so I’m only recalling general impressions of the presentation.
My least favorite is DEFINITELY Dolores Umbridge. She is one of the best villains I’ve encountered in fiction, probably because her evil is, like you said, masked in innocence and self-righteousness. She is the most “real” of the bad characters, since we all probably know someone or know of someone like her. And the “goodness” of her evil is definitely the most insidious.
I love Hermione also 🙂 I have a lot of respect for Sirius, especially as an adult, but I don’t like his teenage self at all – he is too arrogant and he is a bully.
Agreed. I like his adult self. And he recognizes the follies of his youth, something James arguably never did (or just never had an opportunity to do).