The End is Here

I can’t believe it’s over.

I feel like Harry Potter is a huge part of my life, however loseresque that sounds. It’s the one subject I can go on about forever. I bond with people I don’t know well over it. I cherish my autographed copy of The Goblet of Fire (went to the NY premiere). I wish with every fibre of my being for magic to be real.

I think the timing with my and the Harry Potter franchise was just perfect. I literally grew up with Harry—our ages matched after JK Rowling slowed down her pace. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out when I graduated from high school, and this last movie came out the summer after I graduated from college just one week before I leave for Japan where I will be doing adult-y things like paying bills and regularly wearing skirts that go all the way down to my knees to work for the first time.

I know some people are mad at HP fans who keep calling this movie the end of their childhood but … that’s exactly what it is to me. A conveniently timed symbolic end. It’s not ineffable but I can’t find a way to explain it without making it sound cheesy and stupid.

At least there’s Pottermore to look forward to. And the HP Special Edition DVD Box Set that is bound to be released.