It was the week of the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.
I really wanted to see it, but there was a big problem..
I had maybe seen one of the movies.
But I didn’t care for them growing up.
All of you Potterheads out there are probably shocked.
Looking back, I was too.
I just had no interest in wizards and magic, I thought that I was too cool for it.
For Christmas one year I remember my grandma got each of us kids a Harry Potter book.
My brother got Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s stone.
I got Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets.
And my sister got Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
I attempted to read them, I really did.
But I didn’t have the attention span for reading.
I couldn’t stay focused.
I thought it was lame.
And I didn’t see any importance in it.
I was never able to read them.
Looking back now, I wish I would have known how much I would love them.
But that’s the great thing.
Even though I didn’t really start watching them until I was 21, it still brought me back to my childhood.
Seeing Hogwarts around the Christmas time still brings me so much joy.
Everything was so magical.
Ok ok, back to the story.
I decided that during the week of the release, I was going to watch every movie.
Because frankly I still didn’t have the patience to read the books.
I instantly fell in love.
It was so magical and whimsical and I had never seen anything like it.
I remember kind of watching the first two movies when I was younger but not really caring.
By the time I got to the third movie this time around, I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t wait until the next.
I think I really got invested while watching the a Goblet of Fire, seeing how real everything got towards the end really stuck with me.
It was no longer childish, almost as if I was going through the stages of adolescence with the characters.
Things were getting darker and plots started to thicken.
The opening credits were filled with thunder and dark skies.
There was this shift from the good to evil.
You could see it, feel it.
I was emotionally invested.
So much that I was so incredibly angry after I finished the Half Blood Prince, without giving away any spoilers.
I felt like I was betrayed.
I felt lied to.
I was mad.
It was a movie.
Why was I so mad?
Because I was so invested. I was cheering for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
It was just a movie, but here I was on the edge of my seat yelling at the tv.
I think I finished them all in a couple of days or so, and had to wait a few days before I went to see the Deathly Hallows part 2.
I was just so eager to finish it.
Envious of everyone who had read the books because they knew something I didn’t.
They knew how it ended.
I got to see it in theaters a few days later, and it was better than I imagined.
My favorite scene was in that movie.
My favorite love story.
The reason I want to read the books one day.
To experience that certain part of the series over and over again.
It was one of my better decisions that summer, to watch the movies.
To open myself up to something new that I once looked down on.
I was kind of sad once I finished them, sad that I didn’t get to experience them growing up.
The first book was published when I was 7, and the first movie when I was 11.
I could have given my younger self the gift of Hogwarts.
But then again, I have it now.
It brings out the child in me.
It makes me believe in something truly magical.
How beautiful is it that we can have something, at any age, that makes us feel so young and carefree.
That takes us to an imaginary place.