Look, I understand the popularity of Harry Potter as much as anyone else, and, yes, I've read all of them, despite the ever-present danger that I could get the uncontrollable urge to experiment with black magic and go around turning my enemies into wombats. The books are extraordinarily well done. But, people, they're just fictional stories. Juvenile
fiction at that. I don't think they're worth the energy put into things like this laughably overblown essay
about what the writer sees as the very real potential for domestic violence between two of the main characters, who, let's remember, do not--technically speaking--even exist.