I'm not gonna lie. I've been wandering aimlessly around my house for awhile in a strange state of sadness and confusion brought on by the mix of a lack of sleep plus hormones effing with me.
I know, I know. I've talked about Harry Potter for the last few days, but this is probably going to be the last of it. Forever.
... I think I might cry.
So last night, my friends and I drove to the theater at about 7:30 to wait until the midnight showing of HP and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. As the time crept closer and closer to midnight, I realized I wasn't ready for it to all end. There were no more books. There were no more movies. This was the last of it all.
But there's nothing we can do about it, except reminisce about all of the incredible moments it brought us, eh?
I remember listening to the second book on a road trip to California.
I remember locking myself in the bathroom at three in the morning, finishing up the Half Blood Prince, reading the part where Dumbledore dies.
I remember thinking "What are the Hoacruxes?"
I remember my first Harry Potter midnight movie showing.
I remember laughing and crying while reading the final book on a road trip with my cousins, all of them staring at me like I was mad.
There are so many memories that I've associated with HP, and all of those memories came flooding back at I watched the final movie play on the screen.
Oh, and there was crying involved. Not just by me, but by the whole theater. Some of the events that didn't make me cry in the book devastated me in the movie.
One of the funniest things about the whole series is how my favorite character turned out. Ever since I heard his silly name and goofy charm, Neville Longbottom has been my favorite character.
Later, it turns out that he's super tough, and could have been the chosen one.
I recall watching the fourth movie, exclaiming my admiration for Neville, and my sister saying, "Eh, he's weird looking though."
This is Neville from the fourth movie...
Harry Potter has been involved in my life for about half the time I've been alive. So yeah, it's been a big deal. And now it's done?
I'm still not handling it well. I suppose all that I can do it wonder where my Hogwarts acceptance letter got lost in the mail.
What series has been a special part of your life?