More than losing a friend

It was like losing an entire family, all at once. I mean, I've grown up with Harry Potter. I was almost in third grade when I started reading the books, and it's been a long journey with both ups and downs. Until now. After Deathly Hallows: Part II, it's like a part of me is gone. Vanished. Disapparated.
I nearly cried during the movie, but I couldn't. I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that so many people had died and that it was finally over. Over. My mother was the person who first introduced me to Harry Potter, and I really don't know where I would be without it. While most of my friends have parents who have never read Harry Potter or stopped halfway through, my mother has been there the whole time, from the start to the end.
We had an awesome time, though. My other friend somehow got us tickets when they were all sold out. The audience screamed at all the right moments and somehow, I didn't even mind the part when Molly swore because we were all cheering when Bellatrix died. I went dressed up as a Slytherin and duelled my friends during intervals.
It's been an amazing journey, and as much as other people think it is, it's not over, not really.
Because Harry Potter will live on forever in our hearts. And he will not be gone 'till we forget him.