I was in college dealing with a break up when I read the first couple books. I listened to the entire fourth book on an elliptical. I waited in line at Borders in the middle of the night for the fifth book. I saw the first movie as a bootleg in a friends living room in Russia where one man translated the entire movie into Russian while you still heard the English spoken underneath. I listened to the sixth book while I had walking pneumonia as a Kindergarten teacher in Watsonville. I bought the seventh book in my first weeks of graduate school and didn't do any homework until I finished reading it. I cried when Dumbledore died and rejoiced at the moment I learned of Snape's innocence. I made these characters a part of my life through the books as well as the movies and today I sat by myself in the movie theater during a time of great change in my life and I am not ashamed to tell you I will miss having this little bright spot to look forward to every couple of years. I found myself sort of twisted up as I felt the movie coming to a close. I was, of course, wrapped up in the story but also so sad to see it end. I have truly fallen victim to the mania that surrounded this series and after 10 years of it I am pretty grateful. Even though I was a young adult when I first met Harry Potter, I do feel as if we grew up together. I love the idea that help will always be given to those who ask for it (or those who deserve it). I love that it doesn't matter where we came from, the magic will find us. I truly hope love can protect us from evil and most of all I desperately hope that killing that ugly evil growth inside myself will not destroy me entirely. Good, evil, nature, nurture, etc....Harry Potter followed many life themes and definitely resembled some dark moments in history but in the end it was really nice to have a hero. I will miss you, Harry Potter.
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