Yeah. We all know that’s the Harry Potter theme tune.
And last Friday, OPENING DAY Friday, we went to listen to that very melody. We ran out of school, knocking unimportant younger students and insignificant others out of the way, in a desperate attempt to reach our destination on time. One song filled bus journey, and a crowded tram ride later, and we made it. And with time for Jasmine and I to find wands! Well, not so much find, as violently rip from a nearby bush. Anyhow, wands in hand, ice creams purchased and tickets already shoved at some employee, and we were ready to watch.
And watch we did. We watched in awe as Nagini’s head loomed towards us, squealed with joy as Draco’s face filled the screen, whined with grief as Dobby said his last words and grinned with delight every time Ron entered the scene. Perhaps I was the only one doing the latter...
There are those who have their criticisms about the film. Yes, there may have been a lot of woodland scenes. Sure, some characters may not have featured as much as they could have. But that’s MISSING THE POINT. It isn’t just about the cinematography; that film is a realisation of our dreams. The happier part of our childhood was spent in Hogwarts, reality became blurred with its walls, our school work confused with theirs. As Harry grew, so did we. The last book is a tearful goodbye to characters we’ve become strangely attached to. So when Hedwig died for Harry, we didn’t care about the acting, we only mourned for her. And when Ron imagined Harry and Hermione kissing, we didn’t think about the camera work, we only willed him to destroy that horcrux. And when Voldemort broke into Dumbledore’s tomb, we didn’t consider the costume at the time, we simply took it as a personal insult that Dumbledore’s body couldn’t rest in peace.
To prove our love for Harry Potter, me and Jasmine refused to leave the screen until we were the last ones in there. That’s dedication for you.
And watch we did. We watched in awe as Nagini’s head loomed towards us, squealed with joy as Draco’s face filled the screen, whined with grief as Dobby said his last words and grinned with delight every time Ron entered the scene. Perhaps I was the only one doing the latter...
There are those who have their criticisms about the film. Yes, there may have been a lot of woodland scenes. Sure, some characters may not have featured as much as they could have. But that’s MISSING THE POINT. It isn’t just about the cinematography; that film is a realisation of our dreams. The happier part of our childhood was spent in Hogwarts, reality became blurred with its walls, our school work confused with theirs. As Harry grew, so did we. The last book is a tearful goodbye to characters we’ve become strangely attached to. So when Hedwig died for Harry, we didn’t care about the acting, we only mourned for her. And when Ron imagined Harry and Hermione kissing, we didn’t think about the camera work, we only willed him to destroy that horcrux. And when Voldemort broke into Dumbledore’s tomb, we didn’t consider the costume at the time, we simply took it as a personal insult that Dumbledore’s body couldn’t rest in peace.
To prove our love for Harry Potter, me and Jasmine refused to leave the screen until we were the last ones in there. That’s dedication for you.
Vicky x
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