People typically know it's a good night when you say you're watching Harry Potter, let alone reading it. Because?
...well it's Harry Potter.
Good god, I love it so much. I know it's only a story and it's very close to it's end. But growing up with Harry Potter and Ron and Hermione, it helped me get through elementary, middle and high school. But once the books had been introduced back when I was 9, I wasn't interested. I did Not want to read them. After the first movie came out and I was almost 11 years old and 9/11 happened, I picked them up. '
First I read them...
Then I devoured them.
I soaked up as much as I possibly could about that world. Anything to get me out of the world I was in at that moment. I was able to escape and go on adventures with 3 of my favorite people, including one who looked kinda like me... That being Hermione or as I called her originally Herr-mee-own. I was able to fly through the years of not having many real friends and into the world where I knew I was safe. It's sad to say it but I became slightly obsessed with that world of magic. Every Christmas and birthday it became a tradition to get little Hermione figures and dolls and other books about the world, a castle model and her wand and the midnight premieres began and I made the costume (with Mom's help of course) out of an old graduation robe, a Gryffindor scarf my mom made for me especially and in the original style of the first movie, along with patent leather shoes and a broom. The morning the books would come out, it would be in my hand. No matter the circumstance. I was Hermione for Halloween, five years in a row. At one point, I carried a dictionary with me in my trick or treat bag, because I wanted to be as much like her as possible.
I grew up with them, they always seemed to be about my age and I was never mad that I didn't get a letter, I was perfectly content with my friends at Hogwarts.
People might say that I'm delusional but no, they will always be my friends and I truly love them.
I made a time-turner for the last midnight premiere.... in a night. Out of nothing.
Anyway, the reason for this explanation is because the final movie is coming out. And I have to miss the midnight premiere of it because of me working at camp. It just happened that way. When I talk about it around anyone else, I begin to tear up because it's the end of a huge part of my life and I don't get to celebrate it with everyone else I know who's grown up with it. I plan on rushing over to the movie theatre as soon as I'm allowed to leave camp but still. I want to cry.... I feel like a sissy but people don't typically understand the absolute love I have for this world. I've wanted and wished and hoped so hard to become a part of this world and I know how silly that sounds but that's how much I've grown attached to this world and way of life.
(EDIT- I quit the Hell Camp and now I'm actually able to go!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME!)
(EDIT- I quit the Hell Camp and now I'm actually able to go!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME!)
In Part 1, I said how at the end of the movie when Dobby dies... in Harry's arms... surrounded by the hero who released him, the girl who supported him and the boy who trusted him, I cry.
I cry every time.
I cry hard and I cry for a while. Every. Time.
Do you want to know why?
Because every time I watch or read that, I feel as though someone from my family has died. A friend so dear has passed on. And I can't take it. Yes, he's a mythical creature, yes he's not even human, yes he's only part of a story. I Understand. YOU DON'T.
The connection between me and the world of Harry Potter is one of magic.
But I guess this is my send-off for the land I love so much. You aren't dying, Never will you die. But rather laid to rest, finally completing and giving us closure...
Harry: thank you for being the awkward boy leader that no one really asked for, but stepped up when it mattered and kept everyone safe. You reminded me to take chances and not to think solely of myself and that trust in friends can only make you stronger.
Ron: I've always considered you like an older brother figure, and just want to thank you for reminding me of my sense of humor especially when it mattered in most of the dark times I went through. I wouldn't have made it without your silliness along the way.
Hermione: I have envied you from the beginning. You inspired me to be smarter about what I did and to look at things in a logical sense rather than acting solely on my emotions. I wanted so badly to follow in your footsteps and be just like you, even if it was just the fact that we had the same hair growing up. I'm just glad I had someone to relate to within this story so that I didn't feel as alone as I already did. You were my friend when I needed one and you always made things better. Thank you for being my friend..
(and just so that you realize, I'm talking about the book characters not necessarily the movie characters/actors even if they did put blood and life into the story)
I'm honestly just glad to have gotten the chance to live with them and grow with them and feel like I belonged somewhere.
So Ms Rowling, thank you. Thank you for dreaming all of this up and letting the world in on it.
Love,
Emily- a faithful reader/watcher/believer/witch
