Hans is one of the most interesting writers I've read in a long time. The way he plays around with the constructs of the English language is amazing. The way he continually references the moon, using it as this analogy for the emptiness of existence is amazing. Hans dares ask, "What does Harry's broom feel?"
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4633772/1/Harrys_Brom
The romance between Harry's Broom, Brom, and Harry's owl, Hedwig, is beautiful and realistic. They both can fly, but neither one has a concrete identity. They both "belong" to someone else - Harry. Can you belong to someone else, and still be your own owl or broom? It's a worthy question to ask. I could do a Marxist reading of this, and perhaps someday I will.
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