On this, Harry Potter's birthday, it seems appropriate to post on such a subject. First, background.
I've been in physical therapy for over a month now, recommended so as to do away with residual back and neck pain from my semi encounter.
The Friday before the final Harry Potter book was to be released, I was making conversation with my therapist:
Me: "So have you been following the Harry Potter books?"
Him: "No, but I've been watching the movies and I've really enjoyed those.... That's right, the final book comes out tonight."
Me (likely trying to rein in my anticipation): "Um-hum."
Him: "I hear Harry dies."
Me, aghast: "No! I don't want to know!"
Him, penitent: "Well, I don't know for sure. I think Voldemort has to be destroyed, but maybe Harry doesn't have to be the one to do it. The latest movie had the prophecy stating that they couldn't both live, but my theory is that Dumbledore will be the one to kill him."
Me, admittedly with some spite as I let go the climax of Book 6: "But Dumbledore's already dead..."
Him, as he sees I've had my revenge: "NO!"
Fast-forward one week. The assistant is checking my progress while I am face down. Then I hear a whisper in my ear: "So...does Harry die?" In muted tones, I attempt to fill her in, a difficult task when she hasn't heard of horcruxes nor the Deathly Hallows.