From The Sorcerer’s Stone, to The Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter is a series that has taken the world on a wild roller coaster ride. Now that the last movie is finally being released, readers and movie go-er’s everywhere are excited to see the ending unfold, but are saddened all the same. It has been a long fourteen years since the release of the first book in the UK, and many people have been following religiously from the beginning.
Since I picked up the first book in elementary school, I have been practically addicted – reading the books cover to cover, one after another, like clockwork. Just as I was anxious to read the books, I am twice as anxious to see the final movie. This year, I will FINALLY be attending midnight release, something close to impossible, because the tickets are always sold out three weeks in advance. But this year, my best friend, a girl who I started talking to because of Harry Potter, bought me a ticket to go with her. We have been friends for six years. It may be a little bit of an exaggeration, but my childhood is going to be complete at midnight. I know that me and my best friend are going to cry.
A lot of our peers think it’s stupid that we’re so caught up on this movie. But when you have spent your entire childhood reading a series of books ,and watching the movies bring to life what you have been reading, you would be caught up too. Even though we know what is going to happen in this last movie, the suspense is building as the final hours come to an end. I know I’m going to cry, and I also know I will not be the only one. Long live Harry Potter (: