Closing Another Chapter of Childhood
For months and months now people, friends of mine, have been talking about how they don't want the last Harry Potter film to come out because then it's over. "It all ends here." as the tagline says. I usually rolled my eyes or ignored such comments for a couple reasons. One being that I stopped reading the books halfway through #3 because I got bored and never had the want to pick it back up. The other being that I kind of unintentionally, but also intentionally, chose the Twilight series over HP. I realize it doesn't have to be either/or but I think it's been engraved in my head, thanks to ridiculous people who will fight to the death that Harry Potter is better than Twilight, that I have to be loyal to one or the other, so I always chose (choose) Twilight. But anyway... that is not the point of this post. The point is, the full impact of this series ending did not hit me until I was watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 this morning.
I was 10 when the first movie came out. That's half my life that I've grown up with the Harry Potter cast. The wonderful world of magic that J.K. Rowling has created surpasses that of any other childhood story. Granted I never completed reading the books, but I remember the magic and awe of the first one and how it was different from anything else I'd ever read. And of course the movies themselves have been done so well, from special effects to spectacular music, and of course terrific acting. I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry at all during this final movie, because I definitely did. I was very emotional, as ridiculous as that may seem in the light of day and outside of the dark theater and Hedwig's Theme. Harry Potter's world is one that is so easy to escape into and I am now incredibly sad to say that it does feel as though a part of my childhood has ended. I am no longer rolling my eyes at comments such as those because I feel it as well.