Thursday, July 21, 2011

Thank You Harry

It has been four years since my first Harry Potter party and six years since I first started planning it. My husband and I moved from our three bedroom house to a tiny one bedroom apartment last summer so I didn't throw a Harry Potter party for the seventh movie. I thought it would be impossible with such a small space. 

But as part 2 was approaching, I was faced with a terrible dread- the only remaining door into Hogwarts was about to close forever and I, a loyal and dedicated fan, was in danger of letting it shut without much fanfare. So with very little time (about a week and a half) I pulled out and dusted off all my old party stuff and did what I could to transform my tiny space into a piece of Hogwarts.

The party was set to take place on Friday, July 15th at 7:30 pm. The day before, I arrived at the theatre at 8:00 am to ensure I was first in line for the 12:01 am showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. The film was beautiful and brilliant and devastatingly sad. I was a complete wreck during most of it and afterwards I was a husk of a human being.

The day of my party began with a groan. I had cried myself to sleep and woke up with a puffy face and wild hair. My dad came over to bring me the paper's review of the film and a very impressive camera that he no longer needed and so decided to give it to me. I still had many errands to run before the party got started, but it was quite difficult because I couldn't manage to go very long without bursting into tears for apparently no reason. My grief even managed to explode a veggie tray at the supermarket, sending me into a stammering, teary apology.

Once the party kicked off and people started showing up ooh-ing and ahh-ing, I began feeling a bit better, but always on the cusp of another breakdown. Hufflepuff looked like they may lose the House Cup for the first time by swarm of Ravenclaws that were in attendance, but my industrious best friend was not about to have her perfect streak broken at the last party. Hufflepuff pulled out a win by a mere 10 points making them the champions of all five of my Harry Potter theme parties. 

It's been nearly a week and all the decor is still up. I am loathe to take it down just yet. Now that the parties are over, and in an attempt to force myself to move on, I have offered to give all of my party stuff away to my party goers. I no longer have room to store all of it, nor do I have the heart to try and keep it going only to watch people's interest wane what with no more books or movies to look forward to. 

I have started re-reading the books from the beginning (for, like, the dozenth time) and I have started looking into the cost of visiting the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando. I so desperately don't want to say goodbye forever. 

Harry Potter has my heart. I will never be able to invest myself so completely in another fandom. Thank you for all the beautiful memories, Harry. Let's not say goodbye just yet.
Image from The Heir of Blair

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