What do we do about Harry Potter? A discussion

I joined Bookstagram recently (hello, shameless plug! Follow me pls), the latest in a long line of lockdown entertainment activities, and an excuse to add another several to the ever increasing number of hours I spend glued to my phone. So far, my experience has been overwhelmingly positive, but there’s one thing that’s been bugging me.

I’m seeing a lot of Harry Potter love – and that has really surprised me.

It seems unlikely to me that anyone around here won’t be aware at this point, but in case you exist outside of my particular echo chamber, J.K. Rowling has not had a good year. Or, perhaps I should say, a significant number of her fans haven’t. What began as the liking of a few anti-trans posts (the innocent finger slips of a middle aged Twitter user, official statements insisted) has evolved over the past year into J.K.’s full on engagement with TERF-ery (Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminism – though she would rather you don’t call it that) a particularly insidious brand of anti-trans rhetoric where cisgender women claim that the advancement of transgender folks’ rights will result in the diminishment of their own. J.K.’s Twitter feed has since filled with further evidence of her transphobia and in recent weeks she has published an essay detailing her opposition to trans rights activism – a deeply hurtful piece of writing filled with damaging stereotypes, misinformation and a weird obsession with trans men (?) which seems to be rooted in the baffling idea that women transition because they would rather be a man than exist in a sexist world (?), as well as details of abuse and sexual assault she has suffered. What she went through sounds awful, and I have compassion for trauma she carries with her as a result – but she does not have the right to weaponise that trauma against a group more marginalised than herself.

This was really hard for Harry Potter fans. To a community that, broadly speaking, holds values like inclusivity and social justice highly, this revelation of J.K.’s own prejudice was heart-breaking, and pushed the already strained relations between the author and her fan base past breaking point.

Or at least that’s what I thought until I went onto Bookstagram and saw endless aesthetically pleasing posts with nothing but love for the wizarding world.

As it turns out, it’s by no means a phenomenon unique to Bookstagram – Rowling’s sales apparently have not been affected by her behaviour at all. The Guardian actually reported recently that Bloomsbury’s children’s division sales have grown 27% to £18.7m during lockdown, with the Harry Potter series highlighted as a particular best seller. Which, given the wealth of books out there written by people who don’t use their enormous public platforms to spread hate and misinformation about a marginalised group, I find quite depressing.

Now I’m not saying we should never read Harry Potter again. I get it – I’m a 1992-born Millenial. I was that Harry Potter kid, and all of my friends were too. Yes, my attachment to the series isn’t as heartfelt as it has remained for many, but nonetheless, seeing J.K. take this path hurt. What I am saying, however, is that we need to seriously re-evaluate our relationship with this series, and have a continuing conversation about the books, their author and her increasingly conservative and alienating perspective on gender identity.

As people do with any sort of heartbreak, fans have all decided to approach getting through this differently. According to The Atlantic, Harry Potter fan sites The Leaky Cauldron and MuggleNet have approached the issue by ‘Voldemorting’ Rowling – that is, removing her name and picture from the website, like the wizarding world itself can be absolved of her sins if you just pretend hard enough that she doesn’t exist. I don’t think this is the right approach. I have never been able to get behind the notion of divorcing the art from the artist, the death of the author, etc – I think it’s dumb. More importantly, I think it’s a convenient means of avoiding accountability – for the author and for those who wish to engage with the material in a safe, unproblematised way only those who hold privilege can.

A better way of dealing with Rowling, as Aja Romano writes for Vox, is to break up with her. We must, as they so perfectly put it “minimise her cultural influence” – my new favourite description of what cancelling someone actually means. This minimisation, in my opinion anyway, isn’t possible by keeping on reading and loving Harry Potter as if its author hasn’t spoken out against one of the most marginalised communities in the world, and badly hurt many of her own fans, especially those who are trans and genderqueer, in the process.

There is so much that’s good about Harry Potter. A lot of people think the story had a hand in producing a (broadly speaking) progressive generation of young people. But the books were never perfect, and they were always filled with micro-aggressions readers have been unpacking for years, queer baiting, not to mention a very homogenous cast of characters. And, as Aja’s piece (which I really can’t recommend enough that you read) gets into in more detail, there was evidence of Rowling’s gender politics too.

But we love these books, I hear you say. The thing is, love is messy. It’s big and it changes over time. Most of all, love is complex – and our relationship with Harry Potter and the wizarding world has to be too. We can take the good of Harry and everything he taught us, but with the good we have to take the bad. That means holding the work and its author accountable for their failures, dissecting them, and placing them front and centre in our conversations about the series.

So, no, I’m not saying that we shouldn’t post about Harry Potter any more (though I can’t see myself wanting to engage any time soon), but that when we do so it should be with complexity – and with respect for those who are most hurt by Rowling’s views. When we talk about Harry Potter we need to ask, how did the wizarding world fail to live up to its own values? What does that failure mean? And, most importantly, how we can do better?

There are lots of answers to these questions. Ignoring the TERF in the room isn’t one of them.

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child

I read Harry Potter and The Cursed Child a couple of weeks ago.

I liked it a lot and I have nothing but a big old eye roll for internet moaners who were expecting Deathly Hallows part III.

Ultimately, Harry Potter and The Cursed Child is a nice read, and after what J.K. Rowling put us through (Fred Weasley! Hedwig! Snape!), it was exactly the comfort read that I needed.

So, without further ado, here is a spoiler-ridden list of what I loved best about Harry Potter and The Cursed Child.

the cursed child
Yes. I am a book short. 

Scorpius Malfoy

Before I launch into my love for Scorpius, can I just acknowledge that I was totally shipping him and Albus? If J.K. comes out in like three years’ time and says they were actually in love I am going to be pissed. If the extensive fanfic hasn’t made it clear yet, J.K., know this: we are ready (begging, actually), to see wizards make out.


The thing that is true about both Harry and Albus, is that they kind of suck as people. It’s not their fault, necessarily. They wound up thrust into the middle of a thing with all this expectation on their shoulders, and they both got so caught in seeing The Big Picture that they were liable to miss the obvious shit happening right in front of their faces. Things like their friends’ lives – complicated parental dynamics, being secretly in love with each other for three entire books, etc – pass them by to an extent, because they are so focussed on the Thing.

It is a largely undiscussed truth that heroes are mostly sort of assholes, which is why they have sidekicks. Sidekicks are actual people, and they bring the hero down to a level on which we muggles can relate.

Scorpius might be my favourite sidekick ever. I think J.K., Jack Thorne and John Tiffany realised this too, because about half way through he pretty much replaces Albus as our MC.

Scorpius walks around with a black cloud of parental doubt hovering over him. Much of the wizarding world believes that he is actually the son of Voldemort. Now, some people would let this parental legacy overwhelm them (ahem, Albus), and give into people’s worst ideas about them, become them out of spite (ahem… you get it). But not Scorpius. That kid knows who he is in a way that Draco, Albus, at times even Harry, never did. And yeah, he makes mistakes, but he is the only character in the story who remains a good person throughout. Which is no mean feat when everyone – even Harry freaking Potter – assumes that you are not-so-secretly-evil.

I heart Scorpius.

The Redemption of Draco Malfoy

So this review turned into a Malfoy love in, huh?

Yes, yes it did.

I love a redemption story.

MCs and their antagonists stumbling into mutual ground is one of my favourite fictional devices.

It takes Harry and Draco most of the story to figure out that they’ve found it: their sons. Who knew that all it would take was some intense fatherly love to get these guys on the same team? There are a great many parallels between the father-son dynamics of Harry and Albus and Draco and Scorpius. They all want to reach each other, they are all missing by millimetres.

I liked watching these two men accidentally find a connection they never expected to.

When Dumbledore said this:

“Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.”

Every Single Second of Hermione Granger

You know when you were reading the books the first time and you couldn’t help but think about what an epic, ass kicking, terrifying, awesome adult lady Hermione Granger was going to be?

It totally happened.


This cameo made my heart hurt. I was not expecting it. But the truth is that in the world of Harry Potter, both Snape and Alan Rickman will always be in the room.

Snape is absolutely and wonderfully himself, making his sacrifice all over again for the good of a world he’ll never get to see.

The short scenes are a lovely tribute to the both of them.

That feeling

For a pretty long time now, there has been an entirely unique feeling inside of me that I can only call Harry Potter. I felt it for the first time in years when the trailer for Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them came out.

I felt it again the entire time I was reading Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

It is a mix of pure escapism, comfort and nostalgia.

It’s magical, and no amount of internet trolls are going to take it away from me.