July 2011 is here and that can only mean one thing to most lovers of literature. As the billboards have been advertising for weeks “It All Ends 7/15.” And by that I mean the Harry Potter series will finally have come to an end. Sure the books came to an end with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in 2007, but Potter fans could still get their fix through the massively successful movie franchise. But in a couple of weeks we won’t even that.
You see, twelve years ago, I decided to go bug my mom who had quietly escaped to her bedroom looking for a peaceful space to catch up on some reading. However before my little nine-year old self could start to annoy her, my attention was captured by the book in her hand. It showed a scrawny boy on a broom trying to catch a fluttering golden ball. You all know the cover I’m talking about. To be honest I actually found the cover a bit ugly. But when all you read is R.L. Stine what kind of taste can you have anyway?
I don’t even remember what possessed me to start reading the first Harry Potter book, especially considering my dislike for the cover (because when you’re nine, superficial things like that really matter). However, from then on I was hooked onto the series and anything related to the Potter universe.
And then the films came along. Though the books will always provide the clearest window into the soul of a story the films added a new dimension to the series. Would Severus Snape ever have been so wickedly cold without Alan Rickman? Could I ever truly have imagined how whimsical Diagon Alley would appear after a few coordinated taps on the Leaky Cauldron wall? And would I feel that same shiver of excitement without the subtle jingle of the theme song that starts off each new film? And when are we ever going to see such a talented group of british actors and actresses all together in one series ever again?
The Harry Potter universe has been a part of my life for over a decade now and I can’t help wondering where the time has gone. It seems like only yesterday my best friend and I would dress up in our Hogwarts uniforms (her in Gryffindor robes and I in Slytherin) to attend a midnight showing. I even remember her calling me every couple of hours after a new book was released and chastising me on the fact that I wasn’t as far into the book as she was so she couldn’t discuss the plot with me. Harry Potter is my Titanic, or my Avatar. There probably won’t be anything as magical in my lifetime; I would consider myself lucky to experience it twice.
So lift up your cup of butterbear or your glass of pumpkin juice and bid farewell to many years of adventure and fun! I want to thank J.K. Rowling and everyone else who was a part of the Harry Potter universe for giving the world such a treasure. Cheers, to the boy who lived!