Mischief Managed!

Cried my eyes out (or I would have if I knew how to cry with contacts)
Laughed without any dignity left
Screamed like a crazy fangirl; I even brought a cloak to the theatre

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2; the midnight showing.
People preordered tickets weeks ahead of time (myself included). Viewers began filling into the theatre as early as 9pm. The lines for popcorn went on and on. Mad-eye Moody showed up again (but I didn't park next to him this time). No one dared recycle the plastic 3D Harry Potter glasses.
I've never seen so many crazy fans, never seen a more crowded theatre, never been in heavier traffic. Never have I been so touched by fictional characters. Never has a book saga taken the world by such an intense and epic storm.

I do feel bad for Draco Malfoy. I love Mrs. Weasley. I love the whole Weasley family, and I am still thoroughly traumatized about Fred. Mcgonagall is my new role model.

It was the movie event of our lifetimes and possibly the most amazing experience I have ever had the pleasure to enjoy.

From third grade to now, 9 years of reading, watching, waiting...
It was well worth it.

Going into the theatre, I felt a sense of total confusion at what I should do with my life after the day was over. Harry Potter marked my entire childhood. From sneaked past bedtime readings to Wizard Week in my 4th grade, dueling in my cousin's house to my plans to join the school Quidditch team, the magic has never left me. For millions of us, we assumed this would mark the end of not just our childhood, but an entire era.
But at the end, I did not lament my lost childhood. It's still here, all around us, living in the costumed movie watchers, the pricey wands from Florida, hidden secrets and dreams we hold in all of us.

In 200 years, Harry Potter will be a classic, living forever on as all the great books do.

The magic doesn't end. It never ends. Harry Potter: The true mark of our generation, our time.