Void. Void of emotion. Void of thought. Void of everything.

I have just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and I honestly don't know how to feel. This is my second time reading it and I think this time I came out much more affected. I honestly don't know what to feel at this time. This is a story that has affected my life for the past twelve years. I have followed this story from the beginning and as I attempted to put this amazing book in the box I am currently storing all my other books in, it felt like it didn't belong there, like it should be somewhere else. This book is a symbol of my childhood, as it is I assume, for many others. My father and I would have the tradition of going and seeing every movie that came out on my birthday, seeing as it is in November. This tradition was passed on to my now best friend. We went and saw the Halfblood Prince for my seventeenth birthday at midnight on its premiere, because that would be the time that I could legally do magic.

This story has not only captivated my heart, but many others. Children, adults, muggles, and even wizards have enjoyed the heroic attempts of one Harry Potter. The tale of one young boy, whom has had nothing, overcame everything, even death.

It upsets me to know that this tale is over. But it makes me happy to know that I can pass this on to my children, that is if I have any. This can be passed down through generations just like Harry's cloak was passed on from his father. I will, with great pleasure, pass this story down through my many generations. (: