this is my only harry potter icon, somehow
Just bought my tickets to Harry Potter. It's not the Imax, it's not even 3D, but it is my very first midnight showing. I'm torn between wondering about what the hell sort of costume I can throw together in three days and watching this vid on repeat trying to gulp back this ache in the back of my throat.
Click to viewUgh. Harry Potter and I were eleven together, and twelve and thirteen, all the way up. Dad used to read us the books before bedtime, but I'd always sneak a flashlight under my pillow and stay up even later, reading until I fell asleep. I cried so hard when Dumbledor died. Even more than I cried for Sirius. I knew deep in my gut that Snape wasn't really evil. I corrected people who couldn't say Hermione's name right. A friend let me try her Harry Potter's Magic Potion Hair De-Frizzer and it didn't work but I didn't care. When I was in Scotland every time I stepped onto a train felt like the Hogwarts Express.
Even though I'm not as die-hard a fan as many people, anyone who ever read the books is going to feel this last movie in a vibrant and visceral way.
Thank everything in the universe for J.K.Rowling. I don't know what my life would have been without Hogwarts.
/nostalgia