Much Fuss About Endings
I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in 36
hours, only stopping to attend to my evening classes. 
It is quite hard to
believe that the epic tale of Harry Potter has to end. I practically grew up
with it. haha;-) or rather, I practically read them grow up to be who they are
as the story ended.
I am filled with deepest pain and agony after realizing I
have finished the book, including the epilogue. I was awakened by the
formidable fact that there is no book eight to wait for. I practically was used
to waiting for the next book and rereading the last ones over and over again. I
will of course, forever miss the laugh trips of Fred and George Weasley, the
fussy mother yet strong Death Eater fighter that is Molly, the
haircolor-changing Nymphadora Tonks, the let’s-talk-sense Kingsley Shacklebolt,
the ever careful Mad Eye Moody, the vastness and hugeness of Hagrid, the stern
look of Minerva McGonagall, the weird world of Luna Lovegood, the Quidditch
world of Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, etc; the clumsiness and the later valor
of Neville Longbottom, the wisdom of Albus Dumbledore, the carefree
handsomeness of Sirius Black,the blue eyes of Aberforth Dumbledore, the cunning
stories of Rita Skeeter, the awkward growing-up years of Ron, the Miss Know It All,
Hermione, and of course, the complexities and trivialities of the life of Harry
Potter, whose story I have picked a lot of lessons to live with. Of course,
there are more characters and more places to miss (the Great Hall of Hogwarts,
the Gryffindor Common Room, Number Twelve Grimmauld Palace, the Burrow, the
Shell Cottage, the Forbidden Forest) but to put it all here would mean using up
all the allotted space.
I
still have not gotten over with the sadness of the end. But then, endings weave
new beginnings. As the snitch writing goes, "I open at the close."
September 26th, 2007 at 5:57 pm
I also had a similar experience with the last book, i read it with a ravenous thirst to find out what happens next and at the same time hoping that the book would somehow magically grow thicker as i was reaching the last pages. The ending i hope i would never reach was disappointing, i wanted harry to marry hermione.
when i have children i will most definetly read to them the story of the boy who lived, and watch their eyes widen and burst with the magic of their imagination. This story will never grow old and i will never tire of reading it. 