One Thing About The Final Harry Potter Movie That Still Has Fans Annoyed

I wish Protego could have shielded me from that blasphemous scene, amirite?

Alright, I'm sure it goes without saying that it is quite a rarity for a movie to supersede the greatness of a book. A. Rarity.

Ahh. It is a sad and ugly truth.

Especially when the book is written by a quasi goddess who has managed to touch the lives of so many people in the most magical (haha i'm punny) and unadulterated, brilliant way.

I mean, she was able to cause the frenzy to end all frenzies when she wrote Dumbledore's Army Reunites at Quidditch World Cup Final, for crying out loud.

I actually think some people were hospitalized.

But that does not excuse the abysmal way Voldemort's death was handled in the movie.

WHAT.

THE ACTUAL HELL.

WAS THAT???

Here's the video, in case you need to see the horror uncoil in film form.

Gather round, kiddies, as we take a moment to do what must have slipped the screenwriters' minds, shall we? Let's actually read the damn book...

"And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead."

Goose. Bumps

You see, peeps; the thing that terrified Voldemort more than anything else in the world, was death. He wanted to be immortal. To prove that he was the most powerful wizard that ever did exist. "There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" he screamed.

I know I know...what an idiot.

So the most satisfying part of Harry finally vanquishing him was that he proved that Voldemort was in fact the very thing he was so terrified of being...A human being. J.K Rowling humanized Tom Riddle in his death. And that was beautiful.

This is how it should have happened.

Not some weird and creepy imitation of the Corpse Bride...

Oh, and it probably should have ended with this dance number.

(But I'll grant that little slip as a small technicality)

So what this obviously means is that J.K Rowling has to write another seven books, and hopefully this time, the producers might get the movies right.

I would consider sacrificing my sister for it.

(Mostly joking.)