Many have difficulty to understand why so much love around Harry Potter or anything else that has a large fan base. After all, they’re “just” books and films.
I remember leaving the cinema room around 3 a.m. on July 15 of 2011, with tears in my eyes. Those tears were the result of a mixture of feelings. Happiness, sadness, emptiness… Sadness to know that something I followed since I was five years old was over. To know that I wouldn’t feel that anxiety for waiting for a new release anymore. It was the “end” of a generation, but at the same time, I was happy.
Happy to have had the opportunity to grow and learn with all the characters. Happiness for the series has had a worthy and epic finale. But mostly, happiness for looking around and seen almost all the people at the cinema leaving in tears and knowing that I wasn’t alone. An entire generation cried that day.
I don’t think Harry Potter is the best or most well-written saga of all time, but no doubt, it’s my favourite. It doesn’t matter how many years I’m or how long has passed, I’ll continue to cry when I read or watch the death of so many amazing characters, when happens The Great Battle of Hogwarts or when I close the last book.
Harry Potter isn’t just a series of books and films, it was the world to where I ran away when things were difficult. Where I found friends when I felt alone. It was where I found myself being part of something. Because of Harry Potter I started to really love the literature’s world.
Growing up following the saga was an amazing experience. I thank my parents for showing me this wonderful world when I was a kid. For this reason, someday when I have children, I’ll read Harry Potter for them so they can also experience the world of magic and enjoy this incredible story created by the queen J.K., just like I did.
I’m proud to say that I was part of the Harry Potter generation. I’m proud to be a Potterhead.
And you guys, are you a Potterhead? Are you part of some fandom? Let me know!