mischief managed
Harry Potter.
I cried throughout the 7th book. I sat on my bed, closed the door, and snuggled under a blanket (even though it was summer) and just cried by myself reading the last book. I remember being eager to read how everything would play out, but I also dreaded finishing the series. I was devastated by the deaths and somewhat consoled by the epilogue. It was a sad few days, but I remember thinking, "wow, I wonder how the movie will turn out!" and everything was okay because the movie was a bit too far to seriously consider and it was the middle of summer so I had nothing to worry about.
I cried throughout the second part of the film. It was just a very very long goodbye. But what was I saying goodbye to? It seems to me that I should have said goodbye to Harry in 2007 when I was 16 after finishing the book, and in a way I did. Yet sitting there in the theatre, watching the final scenes unfold, I felt an incredible sense of loss. Flashbacks of the first film were like watching my own memories play out on screen. As cliche as it sounds, it was really a farewell to my childhood. I guess the end of the film series have more of an effect on me because the films are what got me into the series in the first place. My sister attempted to read one of the books to me, but it was not until 3rd grade (when the film was being cast and promoted) did I take interest in the books. I was in 4th grade, I believe, when the first movie was released. I remember having movie days in my classroom, and then celebrating the release of the next film. Everyone loved Harry Potter, and everyone thought it was cool. We believed in magic. We believed in Harry. So I read the books with Daniel Radcliffe as Harry (and so on) in my mind, which is why it was difficult to watch the scenes unfold onscreen. To me, the actors are Fred, Lupin, Tonks, and Snape, and it was upsetting to me that they died.
I feel like it should have been longer. Some scenes didn't seem fully fleshed out to me, but I guess it did really capture the chaos really well. I didn't feel a sense of loss for the dead characters as much as I felt a sense of sadness within myself, but that might have happened just because it was my first time watching it. I loved the really really really short Oliver Wood cameo. I was surprisingly sad when Lavender died. I haven't read the book in so long, so it was interesting to see it all unfold. There were so many moments when I teared up: McGonagall stepping in front of Harry, the castle warriors, Neville running to find Luna, NEVILLE ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Goodness. I think I started tearing the first time Neville appeared onscreen and it just didn't stop from there. The really short scene with Fred and George before the battle made was the worst (in that it made me want to cry really hard). I'm glad I saw it at midnight. The crowd was wonderful - cheering when Harry was victorious, or whenever Neville was onscreen, or when Ron and Hermione had their epic kiss. The whole movie was epic, and it felt like the cheers never stopped and the sniffles never ceased.
So that's that. It's all over. I don't really know what to do. Harry Potter has been a part of my life for over 10 years. In an interview, Emma Watson said she's been Hermione longer than she's been herself. I'll miss midnight shows, new films. I'll miss seeing the cast together, in the roles for which I know them best. It's just so strange to think that everything is over, but I'm so glad Harry Potter is such a big part of my life.
But for now, the Harry Potter generation needs something to do. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
I cried throughout the 7th book. I sat on my bed, closed the door, and snuggled under a blanket (even though it was summer) and just cried by myself reading the last book. I remember being eager to read how everything would play out, but I also dreaded finishing the series. I was devastated by the deaths and somewhat consoled by the epilogue. It was a sad few days, but I remember thinking, "wow, I wonder how the movie will turn out!" and everything was okay because the movie was a bit too far to seriously consider and it was the middle of summer so I had nothing to worry about.
I cried throughout the second part of the film. It was just a very very long goodbye. But what was I saying goodbye to? It seems to me that I should have said goodbye to Harry in 2007 when I was 16 after finishing the book, and in a way I did. Yet sitting there in the theatre, watching the final scenes unfold, I felt an incredible sense of loss. Flashbacks of the first film were like watching my own memories play out on screen. As cliche as it sounds, it was really a farewell to my childhood. I guess the end of the film series have more of an effect on me because the films are what got me into the series in the first place. My sister attempted to read one of the books to me, but it was not until 3rd grade (when the film was being cast and promoted) did I take interest in the books. I was in 4th grade, I believe, when the first movie was released. I remember having movie days in my classroom, and then celebrating the release of the next film. Everyone loved Harry Potter, and everyone thought it was cool. We believed in magic. We believed in Harry. So I read the books with Daniel Radcliffe as Harry (and so on) in my mind, which is why it was difficult to watch the scenes unfold onscreen. To me, the actors are Fred, Lupin, Tonks, and Snape, and it was upsetting to me that they died.
I feel like it should have been longer. Some scenes didn't seem fully fleshed out to me, but I guess it did really capture the chaos really well. I didn't feel a sense of loss for the dead characters as much as I felt a sense of sadness within myself, but that might have happened just because it was my first time watching it. I loved the really really really short Oliver Wood cameo. I was surprisingly sad when Lavender died. I haven't read the book in so long, so it was interesting to see it all unfold. There were so many moments when I teared up: McGonagall stepping in front of Harry, the castle warriors, Neville running to find Luna, NEVILLE ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Goodness. I think I started tearing the first time Neville appeared onscreen and it just didn't stop from there. The really short scene with Fred and George before the battle made was the worst (in that it made me want to cry really hard). I'm glad I saw it at midnight. The crowd was wonderful - cheering when Harry was victorious, or whenever Neville was onscreen, or when Ron and Hermione had their epic kiss. The whole movie was epic, and it felt like the cheers never stopped and the sniffles never ceased.
So that's that. It's all over. I don't really know what to do. Harry Potter has been a part of my life for over 10 years. In an interview, Emma Watson said she's been Hermione longer than she's been herself. I'll miss midnight shows, new films. I'll miss seeing the cast together, in the roles for which I know them best. It's just so strange to think that everything is over, but I'm so glad Harry Potter is such a big part of my life.
But for now, the Harry Potter generation needs something to do. I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.