This Friday is when Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows Part II is finally released in theaters. I've always had a special spot for HP because of the similar age and the genius imagination that it exhibits, but there have been times where I would forget how much I love Harry Potter. I forget how many days I spent reading or watching it. I forget how many hours I cried over the death of Sirius, Hedwig, Lupin, and Dumbledore, and I forget how exhilarated I am when the characters are victorious in their battles.
When I return to these moments, I realize how much I will miss HP. I reread Deathly Hallows again after Part I, its movie counterpart, and realized how amazing the plot and details are. I originally hated the epilogue, but perhaps because I've grown older and have a couple of more experiences under my belt, it felt satisfying and fulfilling instead of cheap and rushed. And I'm sure J.K. Rowling had a long time to think about how to finish her story properly, so who am I to judge that it wasn't adequate at the age of 18 (when high school ended)?
I'm grateful for J.K. Rowling, who inspires thousands to dream. Even if I may never become as famous as a writer as Rowling, at least I know it's possible that a female who actually writes well can become an accomplished writer.
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