I am a Harry Potter Die Hard Fan. Yes, I went to midnight movie premiers, read the books in 24 hours, have worn costumes, the whole nine yards.
I can’t explain exactly why I am so in love with this series. I was 9 years old when the first book was released, and I wasn’t completely in love with reading yet. I struggled all summer to finish the first one. But when I did, something magical happened. I turned into a book worm. I thirsted for reading, devoured books like I’d never done before. I finished the other two soon after, and waited painfully for the fourth book to come out. As I grew as a reader (and as a child), the books grew with me. Now, I still love reading, but I can almost pinpoint that summer (and that book) as the origin of it all.
I know that already, the series has lost some of its magic. My sister is 11, and though she’s read some of the first few books, she’s already seen the movies for all of them. They don’t hold the same magic for her. To her, they’re just another series of fantasy novels.
Today, the trailer for the 8th movie came out. I got goosebumps as I watched all of the scenes in my head translated into a visual form. The trailer ended and something weird happened: I cried.
I’m not a very emotional person. I’ve cried in maybe 3 movies total, and certainly never for a trailer. But this preview made me realize that this is, really and truly, the end. 7 books, 8 movies, and 1 theme park later, we’re at the end of the journey. There will be no more midnight premiers, no more book launch parties, no more crowding around a computer screen to check out the new trailer. This is it.
This may sound melodramatic, but I’m not sure what I’ll do with my life when the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 comes out.
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