It started out like any other day – I was getting ready for my finite math class at 9:00 am. I saw I had a notification from the ABC News app on my phone. I don’t usually check them because let’s face it – I get a lot of them, and it’s annoying. But when I saw what it was, I was devastated: “British Actor Alan Rickman has died at 69”.
Snape, dead. Serverus Snape actually dead, not movie-dead. I can barely wrap my mind around it.
In the beginning of Harry Potter, he was the character we all loved to hate. That is, until Delores Umbridge came along and we realized she was a hundred times worse. Snape had nothing on her. In the later books, he redeemed himself; we learned his real story. He wasn’t such a bad guy after all. He made some mistakes, but that’s human nature. No one ever said wizards were perfect. And, he more than atoned for them. He gave his life for the preservation of Hogwarts. That’s pretty noble if you ask me.
Alan Rickman was the only actor J.K. Rowling trusted with the knowledge of how the series would end. I think that makes him a pretty decent guy. Authors don’t trust just anybody.
Alan, if you see this from wherever you are right now, I want you to know that the Potterheads will miss you. I know I will. Harry Potter wouldn’t have been the same without you.