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Post by Remora/Juliet on Jul 21, 2010 14:18:49 GMT -5
Three years ago, DH came out. We laughed, we cried, we couldn't believe it was over. Now, in another year's time, the movies will be over as well.
I dedicate this thread to the memories these books have given us, and for bringing everyone here together. Because without Harry Potter, there would be no MNFF and no Randomness!
It's been quite the adventure, and I'm glad that I know all of you--even if it is just virtually. Constant Vigilance!
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Post by Remora/Juliet on Jul 22, 2010 15:02:58 GMT -5
Here's the continuation: From day 30 of the tumblr 30-day HP challenge: What effect has Harry Potter made on your life and how much does it mean to you?Oh, man, this is going to be long. My obsession with Harry Potter began when I was seven years old and my mom wanted to take me to see the first movie, but wouldn’t until I read the book. In the end, she just read it to me. I was hooked from the beginning. So we could talk about them, she read them to me, but sometimes I read ahead and reread them by myself. I remember Harry, Ron and Hermione keeping me company on weekends and during the summer when no one else would. I remember breaking my ankle just before OOTP came out and spending July reading it in bed with my leg propped up on pillows. I remember going to my grandma’s house and my aunt asking if I knew who died yet. I remember being angry at first when Sirius died, then formulating some bizarre theory about the veil being a magical portal to Siberia (which I still hold to this day; he was only dead in the seventh book because he lost his wand and was eaten by magical tigers). I remember a reading competition between my cousin and myself as she was on the bottom bunk and I was on the top the day HBP came out, both trying to read just one more chapter than the other before falling asleep. I still remember jumping for joy at the hospital scene and Dumbledore’s funeral when I realized my two favorite characters were going to end up together. I still remember when I discovered that the song 100 Years fits perfectly with the dialogue of the hospital scene and told one of my friends on MSN. I remember that long wait before Deathly Hallows, and seeing all the movies in the theatre. (COS with my third grade class, since my teacher was obsessed with Harry Potter, too.) I remember driving with my aunt and she randomly would say that she was scared he was going to die in the end, and speculating about what would happen. I remember the longest day of my life was July 21, 2007. It was longer than any wait for Christmas, the flight to Florida or even the week I had the chicken pox. I remember that same aunt telling me the mail usually came around one. I remember barely being able to eat my lunch that day, but forcing it down quickly, hoping we could be back at her house by one. I remember the package not getting there until three. I remember flopping down on the couch with that book and reading. I remember my aunt asking for death tolls as she made hamburgers for dinner. I remember trying to eat a hamburger and a bowl of ice cream while reading. I remember being forced to go swimming and reading the whole way to grandma’s hotel with her (my grandma) reaching over me to entertain my two-year-old cousin and her shi-tzu drooling on my foot. I remember the last death toll I gave my aunt before she went to bed was Dobby’s and I still had tears in my eyes from it. I remember Teddy’s birth and how thrilled I was for Remus and Tonks—how sure I was that they were going to have a happy ending. I remember when I first learned that Snape was really good all along and crying. I remember reading the forest scene, having missed the part that Tonks was dead and crying not only for the scene itself but because she was left all alone. I remember completely understanding the Elder Wand thing even though it was nearly midnight. I remember bouncing up and down when Harry finally defeated Voldemort—with expelliarmus, no less—and finding out that Tonks was dead too, but not knowing whether to cry harder or simply be happy that she and Remus could finally be together—forever—without him worrying about being “too old, too poor, or too dangerous.” I remember how hard those deaths hit me, how I listened to the song Just a Touch Away on a loop on the long drive across Wyoming from my aunt’s house. I remember vaguely formulating my first fanfiction on that drive before I even knew there was such a thing. I remember writing Harry Potter and the World of Death for the enjoyment of my friends. I remember when Scarlet gave me the link to “Beyond King’s Cross” and my first foray into fanfiction. I remember four way duels on MSN. I remember our Harry Potter nicknames. I remember when I finished Just a Touch Away and it finally got published. I remember finding “A Little More Time” by Pallas and my ideas of canon changing as my favorite characters finally got the happy ending they deserved. I remember finding out how awesome the fandom is, and making all sorts of friends on the beta boards and off them. But most of all, I remember a boy who lost his parents, survived when he should have died, and whose ability to love and the love others had for him allowed him to, against all odds, defeat the Dark Lord. A boy whose story changed the world and gave friends to a lonely, seven-year-old girl who needed a little bit of magic in her life. Banners! Yay!
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Post by scarletshadow on Jul 23, 2010 9:31:04 GMT -5
*Sniff*
Here's to them!
*Raises goblet*
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