I am a big fat dork. I admit it. I am a rabid Harry Potter fan in my late 20's, waiting impatiently all day to run to the movies after work. I have been with this guy since the beginning, since my youngest sister Rachel demanded that I read the first book. I have shown up for the midnight release parties (albeit I have never dressed up, I draw the line there). I have even, in my enthusiasm, been guilty of yelling at a man who stole my space in a parking lot before the release of the Goblet of Fire. I took a half day of vacation to watch the first movie (which was in December, I miss that Christmas release) with Rachel. We even saved our plastic movie cups with a picture of Hogwart's Castle on the side.
So here we are, almost at the end of the line. I have mixed emotions about it (again, because I'm a dork). I love the movies, and it is somewhat comforting to know there will be two more. But the last book, the end, is making me very sad. Good luck Harry, in whatever happens to you. Good luck JK Rowling... you are a great author no matter what ending you have chosen. And good luck to all the other dorks that love Harry as much as I do... we're going to need it.