Today marked the first day of the rest of my life, a life that is no longer Harry Potter-centric. (This is actually the second first day of the rest of my life - the first was when I got an iPhone.) I picked up my first book when I was 8, and saw the first movie when I was 10. Now I'm 20, and I can say without exaggeration that I have been madly in love with Harry Potter for half of my life. Now it's over, and I feel as if I've been broken up with. Hell, I feel worse, because at least after a break up there's the possibility of calling the person and leaving a drunken, angry voice message. Now I don't even get that kind of closure. Thanks, Harry.
Until the very end.
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