A closure to something I hoped would last forever.

It is...just past 1am.

I am to wake up in a few hours, well, six, to go to school. Where I shall do as I do most days.

I don't even know if I have homework to do.

But I know...

I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...

and what an emotional rollercoaster it has been.

Intense is hardly a strong enough adjective to describe it. It was and end. Maybe not THE end, but definitely an end to THIS saga.

This epic that I have obsessed about for half my life. Eight years, this year, it will make it exactly. It's a hard fact to accept that this is really an end. No more waiting for another installment. No more wondering. Well, of course, we can always wonder, but a lot of things were explained. It's quite sad.
I'm quite upset.

A lot of people don't understand why I care so much. I know a lot of people do. But none of that matters. All I know, is that this story...has influenced me for the past eight years, so how can I not be impacted?

So I cocooned myself in my room for the most part of this weekend, and read.

I thought I would cry at the end, but I didn't. I cried near the end, but not the end. The end was bittersweet. A closure to something I hoped would last forever.

But now I'm just drained. Not so much tired. But now I can place this book amongst the rest that reside happily on my bookshelf and call it complete.

...so many things happened...

...so many things that I didn't expect, and yet some I did...

I need to convince myself that the end of this book does not signify the end of my childhood. Because it feels like it. So much. And it hurts.