I dreaded this date (2011.07.13) for so long. That was the day I watched the last (this word sounds so terrible when I’m talking about this) Harry Potter film. I can’t even begin to describe how much Harry Potter means to me, how it shaped me all my life until now and I really feel that I would be a different person if it never existed. It really influenced my pictures, all that longing for magic.. I can’t believe that it’s over, the constant waiting, the unspeakable excitement I always felt before new books and movies appeared… I truly believe I will never ever read any book this many times. I will never ever read anything through the night, (until very last words of the last page, because I just couldn’t put it away). I will never cry or laugh that hard, I will never feel so close to the characters and love all of them with such passion. And yes, Harry will always be alive and will stay in a very special place inside my heart with all my best childhood experiences, but I can’t help it, it makes me feel so depressed. For the first time in my life (and I know that it sounds stupid) I’m not really sure what exciting things are waiting for me in the future. And it’s scary. So this is also for you, if you know how I feel..