Dear Mr. Harry Potter, a word please.
Sorry this is late - I only just realized what I wanted to say to Harry.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
I have some things to say to you. Alright, you can bring Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and whoever else you want over here, but I want you to hear this.
I'm mad at you - terribly mad, but at the same time I'm not quite sure how to fathom my sadness and put it into words. Your story is ending, your movie came out three days ago, and now half the world has probably seen you in your final moments already.
Well, needless to say I haven't. Tomorrow, perhaps, but not yet. These past few days I've sat in my room and thought about how this new movie will turn out. I've read the books and remember all the special moments with you in it.
I remember you dancing with Hermione to cheer her up when Ron left, and how you hugged Sirius when you were told to leave him. I remember the look on your face when he died, and I could feel the sadness.
And now, it's like you've died. You're leaving, going away. People have said it's the end of an era - our era - your era - everyone's era. But you've started an age. With your ending, the books containing your life will only grow more popular.
Mr. Harry Potter,
your legacy will go on. Even though the movie has come out, the final book published long ago, your story will live. You will not be forgotten. Because you know, it only takes one person to hold your hand the entire way through your life to have you remembered. Everyone else in the world can leave, but that one person will keep you alive.
I'm proud to say to you, Harry, that if everyone else leaves, I'll still hold your hand through whatever else comes next. Even if nothing does.
In fact, I'm sure a lot of us will be at your side. You, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville. We'll be there. Because you are not just some character in a children's story book. You're real. You were written so beautifully by an author who was nothing before you.
Now, look at her. Look at us. Look at me, Harry. If I tell you now as we sit in Olivander's wand shop, where all the magic starts, that I will truly miss you, would you believe me?
Would you believe that I am still here - that we are still here - even though you're not? Yes, I know you are just a figment of my imagination, and yes I know that people will tell me otherwise that you're real.
Well, needless to say, I've strayed from my topic (sorry, I tend to do that a lot.) But Mr. Harry Potter, don't forget us. We're your generation, and you are ours. We will certainly not forget you, especially in times of need.
I find myself asking the same question when I need something: What would Harry do? You'd do a lot of things. You would be rational at first, but then come back down to earth in a way only you can perform.
I'm not sure how to explain it, and I'm sorry if I have confused you. Harry (Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville…) my point is: We'll miss you. We will always miss you. From the moment your story began, to the moment it ends.
I guess you could call us your Army. And what, Mr. Harry Potter, do armies do for each other? Yes, you're right. They fight for what they believe in, and so here we stand, ready to fight for you. Your life. Your right to say inside our hearts forever.
Well, Mr. Harry Potter & friends, I believe I've said enough. You may go now, and please tell Hagrid I'm sorry to have kept him waiting. No, no hugs please, I'm not a hugger - well, okay, if you insist. I'll miss you, friend.