the boy who lived:

Harry Potter. 

I truly can't think of anything to say.
I cried harder than I thought I would.

Now I'm re-reading all of the books with a lovely, warm feeling in my heart. I'm listening to the audiobooks, and falling in love with all of the characters all over again. I'm hating the Dursleys, wishing Harry was always with the Weasleys, and realizing how incredible the books are in comparison to the movies, all over again. I'm annoyed with Gilderoy Lockhart, and giggling as Hermione rushes to the library, and Ron makes a silly comment while Harry laughs, then catches Ginny's eye. I'm remembering the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the anticipation making my stomach flip over, and then finally, finally holding that brand new book in my hands and staying up through the night, following Harry's story fervently. I'd make a bowl of popcorn, and before I knew it, I would be 300 pages in, and it was 4 in the morning. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it would end. The book would close, and I'd sharply exhale, as though I'd held my breath during the whole thing. Then, came the discussions, the hushed whispers of plot twists whilst in the company of those who hadn't finished it, and the renewed sense of excitement.

Then came the last book. The seventh. The Deathly Hallows. I waited in line for hours, attending a party at the local Borders, and then rushing to Walmart with my mom when Borders ran out. We bought two copies, and then the final Potter-a-thon began. I read and read, drinking in the twists and turns, the deaths, the lives of the characters I had grown to love, to hate, and to know. The emotion behind the final book was incredible, and the emotion of the last movie almost matched it, but not quite. It never really could. No movie matches your own imagination. I went to Hogwarts. I walked those corridors with everyone else who read the books. I took potions, charms, I even went to Hogsmeade a couple of times. I snuck into The Room of Requirement with Dumbledore's Army, and even ordered Every Flavor Beans from the Hogwarts Express trolley. I was there. Were you?

"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."


      --J.K. Rowling

the story that changed my life.

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Harry, Harry, Harry...

how I've missed you. And unfortunately for us both, that isn't changing for a little while. Yes, I missed the midnight showing of the sixth movie, no need to remind me of that little quirk-in-the-plan. Trust me, Harry, I would've come, but I just couldn't. The time investment, the planning, the money...it just wasn't meant to be. We'll have to have some special time together, just you and me, okay? Movie marathon, all six of them. Quality Harry time. Who needs the crowd anyways? I'll see the movie soon. I hope.

Love,
Ginny (but not really.)