Let me tell you--I cried my eyes out. I started crying within the first two minutes! It was so freaking good, I am beside myself. Everything--EVERYTHING-was just...just brilliant.
I laughed, I cried, I cringed, I jumped--I cried some more.
And now I wait. For the end.
Yet, as much as I want to see the second part, I am okay with waiting. Because for me, this is more than just the end of a series of books or movies. For the past nine years--half of my entire life--I have invested myself in these characters, these books, these movies, these actors.
When I was in third grade, I wanted desperately to be a part of the magical world of Harry Potter...and to be honest, I have never stopped. I collected Harry Potter legos, the Time-Turner, Harry's wand. I wore my pink zip-up sweater with my rainbow belt and jeans, my hair parted in the middle (I would leave my hair in braids at night to achieve Hermione's curly locks--of course now my hair is plenty curly of its own accord) to look like Hermione in Prisoner of Azkaban...I also spent a lot of time trying to figure out how time travel worked. I visited MuggleNet every single day, preying on all that is Harry Potter. I obsessed over what Emma Watson wore (it's thanks to her I discovered my love of ballet flats in fifth grade) and copied her hairstyles. I made shirts that said things like "I'd rather be at Hogwarts" and "Weasely is our King." I waited for the fifth, sixth, and seventh book to come out at midnight (even if I was in Hawaii) and read for days, listening to Hedwig's Theme on repeat. I went to the midnight premeire last Harry Potter summer (I'm so planning a three day HP festival for this summer... Kidding. Sort of.) and dressed up as Mrs. Weasely.
So in a way, I feel like I have been initiated into a magical world of sorts; a world that people all over the planet relate to and love just as much as I do. Harry Potter is a comfort to me, one that I will always hold onto even as I grow old enough to have kids of my own to read the books (and they WILL read them). Harry Potter is my past, present, and future (I so just stole those words from Tom Riddle, didn't I?).
To this day,
I reread the books over and over, discovering new connections each time.
I listen to Harry & the Potters, every word memorized.
I watch the movies, saying lines out loud (Izzy looks at me like I'm mad).
I frequent Harry Potter tumblrs like my life depends on it.
I make Harry Potter metaphors, allusions, similies, and puns like nobody's business.
I gasp when I see or hear anything relating to Harry Potter.
I can hear someone utter the words Harry Potter from across a room.
I try to knit, in hopes of one day knitting sweaters as lovingly as Mrs. Weasely.
And yes, right now I am watching Potter Puppet Pals.
It all boils down
I still love Harry Potter as much as I did nine years ago....and yeah, I just cried some more writing this post.
1 comment:
awww, it is so fun hearing about your harry potter love, the history and idiosyncracies...makes me wish i was born ten years later so i would have been caught up in that rampant excitement. to this day i've never read them and i have only seen the 4th movie. i feel bad! a very intellectual friend of mine who is a 59 year old man is currently reading them and guess what? he LOVES them. and now your marvelous post. so as of right now i have decided it is time. time for me to enter that magical world. loving magic like i do, this should have happened years ago.
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