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Is that title cliché enough for you?

I also know that I'm probably the four millionth person to blogfacebooktalkabout how much they loved the new Harry Potter movie.  Or how sad they are to see a childhood series come to an end.  Or profess their undying love for Harry.  Or weep some more about how much they care about the series and the characters.

What makes this different?

Well, I actually mean it.

Silly muggles, all suddenly obsessed with an internationally booming series because it's the thing to do.  (My Megan friend compared this to people who all of a sudden became all interested in Michael Jackson when he died...) I don't deny that many of you have read the books as many times as I have and maybe love them as much.. but oh wait, those were the people that I went to the midnight showing with.  All the others are just looking for an excuse to have Halloween in the middle of July.  I mean, who doesn't want to dress up like Bellatrix Lestrange?  I guess I just have a hard time sharing something that is so dear to me.

I was there at midnight, you better believe it.  And I dressed up, though I'll admit I didn't go too crazy.  I was somewhere in between the lame-os that claim to be dressing "as a muggle" and the Bellatrixes/house elves/dementors/golden snitches (yeah, you heard me) of the population.  I wore my wizard robe, I had a wand hand carved by my gurlfran Leslie.  I sported my Potter scar and Hermione hair (don't ask for the deeper meaning behind that).

Beth sewed our robes.

It was kind a big deal.

I... don't know what's going on here.

I totes took a myspace picture of myself... after the fact.  Because I'm still getting used to having a camera and documenting things with ME in it.  I hate having pictures of me... but I also want to prove I was there.  Double edged sword.

In short, I loved movie number 8.  But I'm not here to talk about that.  That's what my other blog is for.  I've already reviewed the first four (here, here, here, and here) and the rest is yet to come so stay tuned for my in depth opinion.  If you're into that kind of thing.  But I do join with the rest of the world in celebrating the end of an era.  Or mourning over it.  One of the two.  Let's just say that I may or may not have cried.  Several times.  And it takes a lot for me to cry.

Harry (love how I refer to him like he's a real, dear friend of mine...?) has been my friend since I was eight years old.  That's when I read the first Harry Potter book.  Twelve years.  I've read the first 5 books, like, nine times.  6 and 7 I've read three or four times.  I remember getting the seventh book at midnight, reading it all through the night and finishing it by 10 am the next day with that sinking feeling that there would be no more Harry Potter books.  Oh well, at least there are the movies to look forward to!  ...Oh wait.  It's a darn good thing that JK Rowling announced Pottermore before the release of the movie.  That's enough to keep my plugging away despite the emptiness I feel.

Harry has always just been one of those things that even when there aren't any books or movies coming out... I'd find myself coming back to those characters and lessons learned from the wizarding world.  Dumbledore has provided me with much knowledge and wisdom throughout the years.  Snape is a true example of bravery and living with our mistakes.  Harry (my favorite character) is a little bit of all of us.  We all need to face up to larger than life challenges, we all get angry and scared.  We can all relate to Harry's challenges (cuz, you know, we all fight dark wizards in da hood e'er night).  And that makes him a great character.

But as cheesy as it sounds, these books made me believe in magic.  Because even if we don't have our eleven inch holly with phoenix feather wands, or a Firebolt, or Chocolate Frogs... there is magic around us.  Life is magical.  There is good and evil, but mostly good.  The camaraderie between Harry, Ron, and Hermione is something we can all aspire to have in our relationships with close friends.  When I read these, it reminds me to look for the magic that makes my life the adventure that it is.

So, Harry, I'll miss you.  But I thank you for all that you've taught me.  And you're not really going THAT far.

Oh yeah I'm reading them again.

Basically, screw all of you Harry Potter posers.  What I have with Har' is called true love.  Even you couldn't deny the cosmic pulsations between the two of us.  I mean, if Mr. Potter can make me cry then something's gotta be real, right?  And screw all of you who hate on the "overrated kiddie books."  We will not associate.  Or ever get married, if that's what you're looking for.  Words can't really express what I feel for these characters.

Here be my new poster.

And don't be surprised if I revisit this theme after I finish with the books... just warning you.

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