Until August of 2011, I had never cried due to a movie. Seriously, I never did! But during a long weekend from school, Labor Day weekend, I went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. That series was the first series of books I ever read, with The Chronicles of Narnia, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and yes, Twilight following it. Though I have loved each series dearly, the Harry Potter series is the one I have read, re-read, watched, and re-watched more than any other. Barring the sixth movie, I have never been terribly disappointed with a Harry Potter film. Sure there were some things that I wish had not have been changed, and there were a lot of things left out I would have kept, but they were not changes that I could not understand.
As I watched Deathly Hallows Part 2, I waited, for I knew what was coming. If you have yet to see this or read the last book all the way through, stop reading and read the book, or see the movie. My tears began when the twins asked each other if they were okay, mostly because I knew Fred would not be for much longer, mostly because I knew he would be crushed by a wall. They, as to say my tears, increased as the movie moved along. I had pulled my knees up to my chest when Severus Tobias Snape was struck dead by Lord Voldemort and his snake familiar, Nagini. His memories, especially the parts not in the book(ex. Snape holding Lily's body) made my tears multiply. I simply could not stop crying, and when Lily spoke the one word that meant so much, when she said "Always", I had cried so much that everyone around me had started crying. I even cried as the credits took rolled for the last time.
I had not realized how much the end of the series would affect me. I had not cried at the end of the book, nor had I cried when so many of the characters had died. Thinking back to it, I now realize that is was the fact that is was my childhood that was fading along with Daniel Radcliffe's face. I had lost many friends that very year, mostly because I was girly and they were more tomboy-ish. Then I lost Harry too.
Now, every time I watch the final Harry Potter film, I cry like a baby. I am not ashamed, seeing as how I actually embrace it. I was, and still am, attached to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Severus. I can never not cry when I hear that one word though, Always.
I had not realized how much the end of the series would affect me. I had not cried at the end of the book, nor had I cried when so many of the characters had died. Thinking back to it, I now realize that is was the fact that is was my childhood that was fading along with Daniel Radcliffe's face. I had lost many friends that very year, mostly because I was girly and they were more tomboy-ish. Then I lost Harry too.
Now, every time I watch the final Harry Potter film, I cry like a baby. I am not ashamed, seeing as how I actually embrace it. I was, and still am, attached to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Severus. I can never not cry when I hear that one word though, Always.
