I promise you, as I sit in the theatre and watch the last Harry Potter movie, this is what will happen:

The lights will dim. The theatre will hush and the trailers will play. We’ll laugh and we’ll poke fun at the shitty looking trailers, and then the lights will dim just a bit further as the screen will go dark. That unusually long pause between the trailers and the actual film will pass while me and this room full of people I’ll be sitting with will all share a moment, a mutual moment in which we realize that this is the last time we’ll ever grit our teeth in anticipation for the first seconds of a new Harry Potter movie. We’ll all remember every time we sat in the theatre as children and teenagers, swearing that we’ll throw something at anyone who talks, crying when our beloved characters died, laughing when Rupert Grint’s comic timing was perfect. The Warner Brother’s logo will flash onto the screen and we will all feel the hallowing feeling that this really is the last time we’ll ever experience this. That room full of strangers will be in the exact same state of upset, and we’re all going to cry, we’re all going to be torn to pieces, but in that same moment we will realize that it doesn’t have to be over just because it’s the last.