100th Post Dedicated To Harry Potter

The moment Mrs. Rogers read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone to the class in the 6th grade I was hooked. Now, 13, 12, 11 okay 13 years later, that magic is coming to an end this July and with it millions of childhoods. My innocence and child-like wonder are being shut down tighter than a Gringott's vault. 

If Time Magazine says so, it must be true

More HP after the jump...

At least 25% of my life has been spent arguing about Snape's intentions, wondering which house I would be in (Gryffindor naturally,) wishing brooms really could fly so I could experience Quidditch, and developing an astigmatism from reading each of the epic novels in under 2 days.  I remember the stir that Harry Potter's existence has caused to fundamental-whatever-worshippers (which naturally heightened my unhealthy eternal love for it even more.)

I highly doubt the devil would use a quill pen and be a unicorn.

Literally nothing will replace the hole in my heart that the remaining Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 will leave behind in July. Except maybe food...and cats, lots of smellybuttsquishface cats.  Maybe I will buy stock in anti-depressants around then, save my earnings and bribe J.K Rowling to write more Harry Potter. Yes, I raise my juice box to that idea.