Here’s the thing, I’m not a huge Harry Potter fan. I mean, I REALLY like the books and have re-read and enjoyed them all, on the first day they came out ever since the fifth book. However, I’m iffy on the finer points. I can’t name the unforgivable curses, I get Fred and George mixed up and I continually mix up the books. (Did Hermione get better teeth in three or four?) But as the last movie came forth, I was excited but not terribly so. It would be good to have a finish, but no biggie, right?
It started during Snape’s death. (If ANYONE just hollered out, “Spoiler alert!!” I will smack you.) It’s all Alan Rickman’s fault. If he wasn’t so damn good with those eyes and that terrible hair and just that look on his face… So then the tears started. And while they didn’t fall a lot, there was tons of tearing up and snotting up and sniffling and generally feeling like an idiot for getting all soggy over a movie about a boy who does magic.
I first started reading the books after the third one had come out. The first was published right after I graduated high school and I’d steadfastly refused to read them because everyone else was. (Yeah. I was that kid.) However, a friend had given the Prisoner of Azkaban backstage during tech week of a show. I was doing costumes and had lots of down time and chose to use part of it to mock him for reading a kid’s book. The next day, he handed me Philosopher’s Stone and told me to shut up and read it. Day after that, I gave it back and said, “Got any more?”
Just like that, I was a Pot-head. *sigh*
Recently, a group of Jethro’s friends have passed around a link to a story on students at A&M having a quidditch team. As I laughed at their poking fun at these kids (I mean, SERIOUSLY guys?) I realized something. These kids were maybe four, five, six years old when the books came out. They grew up with Harry Potter. THIS IS THEIR STAR WARS.
Once I realized that, I needed to have a lie-down. Christ, I’m old.
Now I’m old and sad.*** No more midnight movie premieres with my friend J. as we eat Bertie Bott”s Every Flavor Beans and freaking out when we got the Booger ones. (I ALWAYS got the booger ones. *sigh*) No more waiting for the day of release books and staying up to 4am to read it. No more waiting to see how the movies will screw up the books and make Hermione less bad-ass than she was. (DON’T get me started on the Yule Ball.)
So let’s talk. What’s your Harry Potter experience? (And if you were in single digits as you read it, DON’T BRING THAT UP.)
***Okay, as I was typing this up, I continued my re-watch of Angel and of COURSE it had to be the episode where FRED DIES. GOD, I might have to take a personal day tomorrow.