It All Ends
Its surprising how three little words could bring you depression. I feel deprived of a possession that has long been mine but the circumstance is, it was never really mine. The whole world thought they owned it but JK Rowling is only the real proprietor. I knew how the ending would go, but I’m glad of the alterations because it gave me something to look forward to. Cinema 3 Robinsons Ilocos Norte, I have witnessed the conclusion to the much awaited film of the whole generation. Anybody who considered magic are for kids only needs to swallow the words because Harry Potter proved that no number, no age has the capacity to resist the imperius curse the wizarding world has cast upon us. I have rejoiced in his triumphs and sympathized in his sufferings, he has been part of me. I feel like I am also a horcrux, that a bit of HP’s soul has been living inside of me and now I have been stabbed by a basilisk fang or slit by Gryffindor’s sword. But the only difference is that the horcrux in me left something to remind me of its existence. As stated by Neville Longbottom, everyday someone dies or in this case, ends. This is just one thing, someone leaving isn't a sinister scenario but in the end they would still be here, in your heart.
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