Death Gives Birth to Life

Scene 1

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was stilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear—

He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

Scene 2

“But you’re dead,” said Harry.

“Oh yes,” said Dumbledore matter-of-factly.

“Then….I’m dead too?”

“Ah,” said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. “That is the question, isn’t it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.”

They looked at each other, the old man still beaming.

“Not?” repeated Harry.

“Not,” said Dumbledore.

“But…but I should have died – I didn’t defend myself! I meant to let him kill me!”

“And that,” said Dumbledore, “will, I think, have made all the difference.”

“But you want me to go back?”

“I think,” said Dumbledore, “that if you choose to return, there is a chance that he may be finished for good.”

Harry nodded and sighed.

Scene 3

Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco’s wand:

“Avada Kedavra!”

“Expelliarmus!”

The spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green jet meet his own spell. Voldemort fell backward, arms played, the slit pupil of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty; the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy’s shell.

REFLECTION

I couldn't help but think that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is but a reprise of the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ in the garb of wizards and witches.

Harry's death brought him life and ultimately a second leash on life for the Hogwarts and for all that was good. It brought death to Voldemort and his cohorts.

The Death of Jesus Christ brought life to the world.

How paradoxical! Death gives birth to life!

It is the law of life. For only when the seed falls to the ground and dies will there be new life sprouting from the ground. Only when we put to "death" traumatic experiences can we move on with our life.

It is the law of the spiritual life. Only when we put to death our evil desires is there the possibility of the good that is in us to come out into the light.

Death gives birth to life.