"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived ... come to die."
Hello everyone!
After a great number of pauses, full stops and definite breaks while I was doing something else entirely, we've finally made it to the end of the Harry Potter franchise.
I consider Deathly Hallows to be the end, despite the whole Cursed Child debacle, because I haven't had the chance to see the show and I'm not particularly inclined to, given what I've read in the printed version of the script, anyway.
So this is where Harry's journey ends for me, and probably for a lot of others.
It's been a long and bumpy ride, and there's been some chaos along the way, but we're finally ready for the very last showdown.
After all, Voldemort is waiting. He's got what he's been looking for, and now all he desires lies within his grasp.
Why don't we stop keeping him in suspense? The Deathly Hallows, Part 2, is here.


