User blog comment:JoePlay/Wizarding World Giveaway/@comment-4152899-20110715231819

To me, Harry Potter means seeing the first movie with my family for my birthday. Buying it, only to watch it for two days straight with my little brother until I couldn't watch it again for years. Fighting my older brother for our copy of Order of the Phoenix, trying to finish reading it before the other. Being 18, making forts in the middle of the room, crowded around the TV, wearing capes, every Sunday to watch a different HP movie with an old friend. Crying my heart out through the last book. All the wonderful conversations I've shared with people just as enthralled as I am. Explaining little things to my mom that she didn't understand. Making butter beer and cauldron cakes. Staying up until dawn because I couldn't stop reading. Being so convinced my letter was simply lost in the mail. Feeling my heart drop when I realize that things like dirigible plums and horcruxes don't exist. And, of course, sitting in the theater with the people I love most in the world, watching the very last movie. Sitting with my mom and brothers, gripping my best friend's hand while I cried, and knowing that this couldn't not have ended more perfectly. Knowing that the impossible can happen and that everything holds just a little bit of magic.