You could be forgiven, though, for having blinked and missed the point in your own reading.
I have exaggerated nothing: all this is directly stated in the text. Then Sirius is killed in battle, Lupin is undone with grief, and so ends Order of the Phoenix and the tragedy of Sirius and Lupin. Despite their outlaw status (Sirius is still a fugitive) and poverty (Lupin was fired from teaching after being outed as a werewolf), they begin to take on a quasi-parental role for the orphaned Harry. By book 5, the two of them are living together in secret. It turns out (naturally) that Sirius was framed, and even after their twelve-year separation he and Lupin remain fiercely devoted to each other.
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In an awkward info-dump of a monologue (the only structural flaw in what’s widely agreed to be the best book of the series), Lupin reveals that he and Sirius were very close friends in their school days-so close, indeed, that the brilliant young Sirius secretly taught himself to shape-shift into a large dog, just to keep his werewolf friend company during the full moon. At the novel’s climax, the two of them come face to face and, much to Harry’s surprise, fall into each other’s arms. This was especially true if you were queer-or, not to put too fine a point on it, if you were me-and had picked up on the secret gay love story that existed between the lines of Rowling’s text.Ī quick refresher: book 3, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, introduces us to Sirius Black, the titular prisoner, on the lam after twelve years of incarceration for mass murder, and to Professor Remus Lupin, a wry, gentle schoolteacher carrying a terrible secret (he’s a werewolf). The Harry Potter years also happened to coincide with the Wild West era of the internet and the rise of abstinence-only sex education as a result, for better or for worse, erotic Harry Potter fan fiction played a major and under-discussed role in millennial sexual development. The fifth book in the series, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, was published in the summer of 2003, by which point Harry was fifteen and those of us growing up along with him had discovered sex. It was a classic everybody-gets-a-trophy policy, a fitting legacy for the foundational text of millennial childhood. Rowling’s success was unfair to the other novelists. I remember attending a classmate’s twelfth birthday party in 1998, thrusting into her hands a gift-wrapped copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (at the time the only Harry Potter book available in the United States), and informing her with something like personal pride, “This book has been on the New York Times best-seller list for five weeks!” It would probably still be there today if the Times hadn’t, shortly thereafter, created a separate best-seller list for children’s books on the grounds that J. K. To say that we “grew up along with Harry” is far too corny to convey the actual experience of being the world’s first children ever to read those books. Harry Potter is to us what the Beatles were to our baby boomer parents. My micro-generation-that is, the subset of millennials who were born in the second term of the Reagan administration and graduated face first into the Great Recession, and of which the most famous member is probably Mark Zuckerberg-has very little to brag about, so you can hardly blame us for our possessive attachment to Harry Potter.
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