It was a chilly November in 2001 and my mum and aunt had once again dragged me to yet another film, named "Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone". I would complain and cry until they would take me home, I would create any excuse to avoid seeing yet another dreadful production. We arrived outside our local cinema for the first showing and were one of the first in a small queue, it was a freezing morning and the four year old self was doing the usual performance but my mum insisted this film would be different and I would enjoy it more than any other. 'What a fool' or in child terms 'silly billy' I thought, over an hour later and incredibly annoyed I looked back at the queue and people were queuing all around the car park (which was enormous!).
The next event I can still remember vividly to this day. As the film was edging closer a white car pulled up and from the back two older boys jumped out dressed in these long black robes accompanied by a yellow and red striped scarf with a motif on both. My curiosity was sky high, what was so special about this film? I'd never seen people dressed like that before. By the time we were let into the cinema there were so many people behind us eagerly awaiting to buy their tickets. We found our seats right at back and had the best view with no one tall sat in front of me, but by now I was so used to the routine of hating every film I'd seen, so I complained and complained to my mum that I once again needed the loo but she was insistent that I was to remain in my seat (silly parents).
This next part is from my mums perspective, I spoke the whole way through the adverts and the people around us were getting seriously annoyed. The title screen came up. The large yellow Warner Brothers sign came up and the theme music played, oh the theme music. My mum has told me that within seconds I had gone quiet , throughout the whole film I did not speak or move, my eyes were glued to the screen. A whole new world was being unveiled before my eyes, it was magical (quite literally). I didn't speak again until the end of the film and even then my words were limited. My mum then told me I didn't even go to the loo until the end of the day!
I loved the whole world of witchcraft and wizardry more than anything else, so when 12 months later I was again woken up early to see "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" I didn't mind! The second film is now my guilty pleasure, I don't know how or why it's my favourite but it always has been! Me and my mum would do the same ritual every 1-2 years for every new film that would be released and would get the seats at the back and sit in silence as a new adventure was unveiled. As June 2011 arrived we did the same for the very last film. The day where the highlight of my childhood would come to an end, but I'd never have it any other way.
As I sit here now reliving the day by watching my favourite film series I feel like that same four year old girl again! I feel silly knowing that I never read the books straight away, I read the first book at 8 and I have carried on reading each one since. As any other Harry Potter fan will say, it frustrates me how much information is missed out in the films but I wouldn't change any of the films, just like I wouldn't change my childhood. I grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione and so will my children in the hope we will share the same love for the series!
Thank you for taking the time to read about my world of Harry Potter.
Yer a wizard 'arry!
As this is my first blog post please be kind as this is all new to me and I'm still getting used to everything, thank you.
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