Happy End

 Hppy end 

The very significant element of Mythopoeic Fantasy is the happy end which is inseparable aspect of the genre. The main character faces a difficult, if not impossible, mission. Although the challenge seems to be unbearable  from the very beginning, it is finally possible to be accomplished. The happy end is probable due to several unexpected circumstances (that may be observed not only in the last novel, but also throughout the whole series), the sacrifice of a number of characters and cooperation among the good forces.

The following instances, confirm the motif of the happy end that may be found in Harry Potter  trilogy:

"Help me — help me — Harry thought, his eyes screwed tight under the hat. Please help me — There was no answering voice. Instead, the hat contracted, as though an invisible hand was squeezing it very tightly. Something very hard and heavy thudded onto the top of Harry’s head, almost knocking him out. Stars winking in front of his eyes, he grabbed the top of the hat to pull it off and felt something long and hard beneath it. A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat, its handle glittering with rubies the size of eggs." ( Harry Potter and Chamber of Secrets, 319)

 “I have nothing more to say to you, Potter,” he said quietly. “You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!” Harry had not even opened his mouth to resist; his mind was blank, his wand pointing uselessly at the floor. But the headless golden statue of the wizard in the fountain had sprung alive, leaping from its plinth to land with a crash on the floor between Harry and Voldemort. The spell merely glanced off its chest as the statue flung out its arms to protect Harry. “What -?” cried Voldemort, staring around. And then he breathed, “Dumbledore!” Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gates."  ( Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,  609)- unexpected circumstances, making the happy end possible.

“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, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.” ” (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,p. 744)

“The scar had not painted Harry for nineteen years. All as well.” ” (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, 759)