Unless you live under a rock, you know a very popular movie hit theaters today. A movie that’s the final in a major series. A movie that marks the end of an era for so many, including myself.
“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II,” the final installment in the Harry Potter series, was everything I expected it to be, but that’s not what this post is about.
This post is about the end of an era.
The first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, was released in the U.S. 1998, but I didn’t jump on the Harry Potter bandwagon immediately. It wasn’t until 2003 when I would begin reading the novels in high school. By then, the first three books in the series had already been released. I read the first three books within a matter of days. My social life in high school may have taken a hit, but it didn’t matter. I had found something that would continue to provide entertainment for the next 8 years, at least.
From that moment on, I was completely hooked. I attended midnight book release parties in college. I completely ignored my roommate on vacation because a book had just been released. I told boyfriends on the other end of the phone, “I can’t talk right now. Harry is in trouble.” I stood in line for hours for attend midnight movie premiers. I saw countless other fans dressed as characters from movies, including a giant squid from the lake at Hogwarts and a grown man dressed as Dobby dancing through the movie theater.
Last night was the end of an era. A magical era.
Thank you, Harry.