I don't know what to do with myself.
From the moment Deathly Hallows Part I ended and I walked out of the theater in November, I tried so hard to not think about Harry Potter. While everyone else was eagerly awaiting the premier of Part II, I avoided every part of it at all costs. I didn't reblog pictures on tumblr, I let the books gather dust on my bookshelf, I even bought DH Part I on DVD and refused to watch it (I still haven't). I tried to keep it out of my mind because I was afraid of the pain.
Some may think it's crazy that a mere book series could bring so much pain, but to me, they weren't books. They were more. I don't really know how to explain it (I can't comprehend it myself), but I lived through that series. Everything just felt so real. Knowing that it wasn't the end kept me going. Fully realizing that the final part was coming was just too much for me.
I felt like I was a part of that series; like I was at Hogwarts and knew everyone and experienced everything all the characters faced. Hogwarts was my home. I was never ready to say goodbye to it. Even though everyone is saying "oh, it will never be the end, the series will live with us forever," they know deep down that in a way, it's over. That actors have moved on. JKR has moved on. Yet all of us Potterheads haven't, and we never want to.
- Dumbledore: "After all this time, Severus?"
- Snape: "Always."