Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows   1 comment

July 21, 2007.  My best friend and I met at 6:00 in the morning at McDonald’s at the Alabang Town Center.  After a quick breakfast, we trudged our way to the back of the mall.  It was quite a long walk but it was worth every effort.

It was surreal when the staff from Powerbooks handed us our copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.  How many times have we done this?  Twice before, when we’ve made early reservations for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.  This is the last time we’re going to do this same old routine.

Once we got our books, we sat down at a curb somewhere and read the first two chapters together.  We did that the last time as well.  We parted ways afterwards to continue reading at the comforts of our room.  Every few chapters we called one another and asked what chapter are we already in.

I remember pausing for a while when Hedwig has fallen.  I was asking myself how I can continue if I am already in tears in the first few chapters.  But I carried on.  I had this aching desire to know what happened.  I cried on so many scenes.  When Harry and Ron fought and parted and Hermione tried to run after Ron.  At Godric’s Hollow when he found his parent’s grave and saw the house he was born. I cringed when I heard Hermione’s tortured screams. I was heartbroken when Fred died. I must’ve felt everything that Harry felt when he saw his friends die in front of him.  And I was so proud of Neville.

My tears flowed continuously from Snape’s memory.  A redemption.  But far too late.  He is gone where Harry cannot reach him anymore.  And when he went to the Forbidden Forest, I wanted to stay there and freeze the entire scene in my consciousness.  I was screaming in my head, “Don’t go in there, Harry. Just stay with your parents and your godfather.”  But I knew that it will be useless.  Harry Potter is not a coward.  He will pursue his goal even at the cost of his life to protect his friends and everyone in Hogwarts fighting.

I held the book close to my chest after I finished reading it.  I was still in tears.  And I just sat in my bed unmoving for at least half an hour.  I’ve forgotten to call my best friend to find out if she has also finished reading the book.  I’ve lost count of the sighs that escaped my lips that night.  The final book has taken flight.  Will I ever be the same again?

In the words from the Broadway Musical song For Good in Wicked, “Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”  Yes, Harry Potter changed my life and I know that I am a better person because of the lessons he imparted with me.


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