This is so sad. Of course, the movie was incredible, and I had a blast watching it, but I’ve grown up with Harry Potter, and have always been waiting for “the next Harry Potter movie”. I won’t ever do that again, unless they decide to do a remake in a few decades or so. It won’t be the same though, and in a way it feels as though someone killed my child. All I have left are the memories, and all I can do is watch the allready existing footage over and over.
I remember when I first started reading the books. I guess I was around 10 at the time, and it was incredibly tough! I had to start over and over because it was simply to hard for a child my age. But once I had finished reading the first book, the others went smoothly. Ten years later, I have read the first couple books about nine times, and the others I’ve lost count. I’ve had periods of being obsessed. I used to have a crush on Mr. Potter himself, or Daniel Radcliffe as some might call him, and I actually wrote my diary in English to improve, so that us being from two different countries wouldn’t be a problem when we actually met! That is actually pretty funny. My big sister thought so as well, and has made fun of me for it ever since.
Harry Potter saved me through a lot. When I went through difficult times, for instance depression and death in very close family, I always had these incredible books to turn to. Sometimes I even catch myself in hoping it’s all real, and that one day I will receive my very own letter from Hogwarts.
