Millions mourning.

Mood: chaos; so many emotions are mingled inside me.
Listening: Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings (on live365.com)
Reading: *lip trembling, eyes watery* N-nothing... *sobs*

So this is it... *sobs* It's over. The final period of a phrase that stretched through ten happy, magical years has been put in place.

Last night, I finished my reading of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I wanted to take easy this time. Yes, I was yearning to know all those secrets, find out the fate of those beloved characters and discover the ending that Jo Rowling had been planning for all this time, but at the same time, aware that this was the last Potter book I'd ever read, I wished to drink in every detail, no hurry. I decided to taste every word, every phrase, every comma and every period.

For those of you who might be worried: no, you don't need to stop reading. There won't be spoilers here (that's for another ocassion). I just wanted to write something on how I feel about the release of Deathly Hallows, even though it is more than hard to actually describe what's on the heart and mind of a potterholic like myself— and like millions of people— in this moments of mourning.

Yep, mourning. Not just because of those characters we had to watch die during the war between good and evil, but also, more than anything else, because of that part of magic which died the moment I closed my book and placed it on my bookshelf beside its 6 brothers, tears filling my eyes.

Not all magic is dead, though. A great part of it is kept, still dormant but willing to wake up, within the question marks surrounding movies 6 and 7. An even bigger part has found its permanent home in the hearts of each and every one of those who have proudly brandished a flag with the logo of HP or the name of it's author, Joanne Kathleen Rowling. And that magic living within us, the fans, will never extinguish because she, Jo, has been clever enough to make sure Harry will never leave his place in our minds... ever.

However, that part of the magic residing in the mysteries of the books has been extinguished the moment each fan closed their copy of Deathly Hallows after reading its last word.

Speaking of words, the one that keeps leaping onto my tongue is "thanks". Thanks Mrs. Rowling for sharing with us this magnificent universe, for introducing to us those amazing characters and for taking us to all those wonderful places... Anything else I say, has already been said before and will keep on reverberating like an echo for a long, long time. Because what this admirable woman has done has no precedent and it'll be very difficult —or dare I say impossible?— to witness someone else doing the same in the future.

Throughout the 607 pages of my book, Bloomsbury Children's edition (the cover illustrates this post), I screamed in excitement, cried in despair, jumped in delight, groaned in exasperation and even found myself trapped in an overwhelming shock, scaring my family and friends a bit.

Now, those Potter fans reading this, will understand and, maybe, for some of the most passionate ones, will think my reaction was feeble; whereas the "normal" people or the Potter-haters might think I'm taking things to a slightly unhealthy extreme by crying my heart out for the death of fictional characters or the end of this series, but anyone who has ever had a passion or an idol can comprehend. Those who have never had... hopefully one day they will =)

I'm off... Bye, Harry!