I've just got back from the midnight premier of the series finale of the Harry Potter series, and I feel... weird.Yes, it's the "end of an era," but it seems to me more of another coming of age. I grew up with Harry Potter, wanting to go away to Hogwarts when I was turning eleven. As Harry grew, I grew; as he hurt, I've hurt; as he laughed, I've laughed. All through my childhood, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were my constant companions.
When the seventh book came out, I had just graduated High School. When Harry became a man, I became a man. I went off to College, and reread the series, re-watched the movies, and attended each premier as the new films came out.
Now, with the end of the movie series, I've just finished college and am about to begin law school. As Harry finishes yet another adventure, so do I.
But it's not the "end of an era." The Harry Potter books remain on my shelves, the most read books on there, ready to be read again. And the movies remain there to be watched to my heart's content. It's not the end of an era, it's a new beginning.
