the boy who lived

For many of us, last week marked the end of an era.

Kind of the unofficial end of our childhood. 

And a very official end to any more midnight premiers for this old girl.

I read my first Harry Potter book in 1999.
12 years, seven books, and eight movies later I still love it.

It was an honor growing up with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the DA.

Thank you, JK Rowling, for such a grand adventure.