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Monday, April 28th, 2025
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10:13 am - Communication Post
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current mood:  accomplished
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| Sunday, July 22nd, 2007
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1:39 am - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows : Recovering
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x-posted to main journal
I finallly, FINALLY got myself calmed down enough to post.
It was fantastic. Amazing. All those things us, the fans guessed, the ones that happened, even some of my personal pet plots acted out for real, made canon...AMAZING. There are no words.
I know what kind of fic I'll be wading through now, and some of it, a lot of it, I do not in any form look forward to, not at all...but there will be gems, inspiring ones, amongst all the mess to come, and I will find them.
All the things we never guessed would happen, and all the things that we knew...Snape, Harry, LUPIN, Mad-Eye, Ron, Herminone, Neville, and all the others characters who I don't name...of all the things, of all the things...wow. I don't have the words. I'm just squealing, thinking of fic that I've read that had bits SO DAMN CLOSE to what happened, had things that I look back on and go, "I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE!"
And the deaths, oh god. Every one of them hurt.
Why is it that we get so involved with fiction?
Eight years of living with Harry Potter. I was 12 when I read my first book, barely better than Hogwarts age. When I was that young, I threw myself into fandom, threw myself into the magic of J.K. Rowling's world, and lived it a vividly as any kid could.
I learned from the teachers, pranked the other houses, wrote home to parents...I really, really lived it. And once I got older, I wrote it. You'll never see those fics, by the way, I was tempted, before the yeaterday, but now...I can't do it.
I smiled while I deleted them from my hard drive about an hour ago. At midnight. It felt fitting. And I'll probably never set pen to the fandom again, though I will not stop following it.
But what I was saying...Harry Potter grew up with me. I lived it, I wrote it, and hell, I still dream it, from time to time. I love it, in short.
I cried though the last half of the book, and sobbed when I turned the last page.
Because what happened was this: I said goodbye to friends I've known for a long time. I finally shut the door on the last scrap of childhood I've been clinging to, and said goodbye.
Because, as much as I will love this series forever, as many times as I will read the books, and read fics, when I turned that last page, that was it. No more new things popping up, no more adventures for Harry Potter outside the admittedly active minds of the fans.
The end.
I feel bad for the children who missed out on this, the waits, the anticipation. The joy that comes from waiting in line for two hours just to get your hands on a thinck tome as soon as you humanly can, and knowing that you'll do it again as soon as the next one arrives. The violent conversations, the conspiracy theories, the NOT KNOWING WHAT WILL HAPPEN... Yeah. I'm glad I was here from the beginning.
Fan outcry will be enormous, it probably already is. I haven't checked for a while: I got off the web for couple days to avoid spoilers, and my internet apparently went down to drag me away from temptaion.
So...yeah. All of you who read this and think it's corny, sorry. I don't care if you don't care about it, or think I'm an idiot for getting so worked up...but...damn. Screw those of you who think that. I'll apologize later.
So here, now, with me unable to say anything else, I tip my hat and raise a toast...
"To Harry Potter and all of those who lived and died here, at the end of all things! FAREWELL!"
current mood:  peaceful
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