Quarantine 2020 was my forth time reading the Harry Potter series and it left me extremely raw after all the incessant sobbing. This time I relished laughter and pain in it and discovered how integral they are in shaping who we are as a person. Although the film series excels in bringing imagination to life and is impeccable in instances of wit and humor there are some serious deductions in the movies, some of which shouldn’t have been so for they tell so much about a character in so little a time space. There lies a huge chasm between ‘ “after all this time” “always” ‘ and the stealing of Lily’s letter by Snape . The former might be a great hook, the perfect line to quote, copy and paste in numerous other situations but I feel Snape would have been done better justice had the latter been included in the movie. For the former can never hope to encompass what the latter succeeds in. The latter tells one about the extent and magnitude of pain and lonely travails of an unrequited love (love which, one must understand, isn’t suffocating for the loved one who has a different partner; a love which respects boundaries). One’s journey on this path is forlorn and desolate except the memories of one’s love, especially so when he/she is dead. The very act of stealing a part of her letter, only that part with her love and name along with the act of tearing the photo in half and keeping the one with her laugh while discarding the one with James and Harry materializes the true motives of his actions. It shows how the bias he has inherited from his school days get (phenotypically) transferred onto Harry; that even after all this time to look at Harry is to see James, beyond which he cannot go, to see how similar in nature, how utterly kind and devoted and empathetic, he is like Lily. It shows his love for her to be his only desire- something he pronounces early on in the memory. This bit of memory is excessively numbing because it portrays undeniable individualistic (selfish?) human emotion (of love) and the raw vulnerability Lily’s absence left Snape in, in the form of a permanent departure of a loved one whom you won’t ever meet even in the remotest of possibilities or scenarios, only in scrapes of memories. I believe the two instances are incomparable. To resolutely proclaim your eternal love is a heroic kind of stoicism but to do selfish deeds and admit to them is a completely different and far greater kind of courage.
The sorting hat did really make haste in Snape’s case.