Before the sun gets to rise

I’ve been avoiding thinking, talking, or writing about Harry Potter. About how much this series of books and movies has affected my life and who I am, and about how sad I am that my childhood is now “officially” over. 

The end—it’s not something I normally think about. With Harry Potter it always seemed like it would just keep going. No more books? That’s okay there’s still four more movies to look forward to. 

But now it’s 2011. I’ve been to all the book releases. I’ve been to all the midnight premieres. There will be no more days when I wait for my book to arrive in the mail and spend the next 24 hours curled up in my room reading and learning what happens on the next part of Harry’s adventure. 

All I can do now is reread, enjoy, and reminisce. I am so blessed and fortunate to have grown up with Harry Potter. I am so grateful to have experienced this fandom and to have been a part of a group people so in love with the characters and the world. 

Thank you, Harry. 

Thank you, Jo Rowling. 

I promise to keep the magic alive. It’s real for me. It’s real for us. Long live Harry Potter.