As I said before, I decided to re-read Deathly Hallows before Part 2 is released, and this has brought a whole bunch of thoughts to me… I clearly remember the book from the first time I read it, but Living in Cancún (México), it’s hard for me to do all the things that the Potter fans are doing out there, around the world, such as Potter Marches, conferences, etc, so I thought my own Potter ritual before the release of the last film would be going through all 607 pages once more.
Harry Potter represents a very important part of my life, and anyone who has known me since elementary school can tell you how it really defined a huge part of what I am today. I grew up pair in paired with Harry James Potter. We both were outcasts at times; we both were successful at times; we both were teenagers. Now, in my senior year of high school, I’m a couple of weeks from saying goodbye to Harry, Ron and Hermione, and it hurts.
Ever since I was nine years old, I remember taking school the current Harry Potter book and opening it every time I had the chance — when the teacher was not looking, when I finished my work early, at recess — and the teachers were intrigued in how I would rather read a thick, colourless book than playing football. Well, they didn’t know what was really going on in my head. Something, by far, more interesting and magical than kicking a ball.
When book seven was released, I convinced my cousin to go with me to the midnight sale in Mexico City. We arrived there at midday, all wet because of the heavy rain, with money in my pocket solely for the book, and a huge smile in my face (only my face, not my cousin’s). We stood there for many many hours, looking at people dressed up as wizards — who looked at us rather oddly for being dressed up as, well… muggles. We were number seven in the list (which, Potter fans should know, is even better than number one) and we even got interviewed for TV. I’ll be forever grateful to my cousin because of that. I never got him to read any of the books, though.
Today, I look back at every moment in which I waited for a new release — book or movie — and I reckon it will be a whole lot different this time. This is the last time I’ll ever get this Potter-feeling. Of course I’ll re-read the whole saga, eventually, but this will be the last first time to any of these. I am sure Pottermore will be amazing, but it’s a different kind of feeling. Besides, I’m about to start college, which I’m sure won’t leave a lot of time for Harry Potter (I will study Dramatic Literature, so it’s very likely that there won’t be any time for any extra reading).
I now reached page 300 of Deathly Hallows, and I can’t put it down. Still, I look at the calendar and the film seems to be closer and closer every second. Truth is, being who I am today and in this very moment of my life, I am ready to say goodbye to Hogwarts. I’ve taken the most and the best out of it and I am very glad that it all happened. It doesn’t mean that I’m glad it will soon be over, because I’m not, but I know the magic will always stay here, with me.
The most important part of the whole saga, for me, was the time when Harry walked down the Forbidden Forest to face his own death. As he walks, the ones he loved and who died for him walk by his side, talking to him and encouraging him to do what he has to do. They stay by his side until his final moment. I think these pages represent what the seven books and eight movies are all about. I learned so much from this sequence alone, about many aspects of life. It’s hard to put it down to words, but if you read it you should know what I’m talking about.
I am and will be forever grateful to J. K. Rowling for making this happen. She understood me without even knowing me. She read me through and knew what I needed in every moment of my late childhood. She gave me one of the best gifts I could ever get: a brother. Harry stood by my side for so many years and helped me through so many things. Not only him, but every single character, each so real and special. Thank you, J. K. Rowling, for creating Harry Potter.