I just watched the last quarter of the fifth Harry Potter movie, which I've seen six or seven times. One of the last scenes, where Harry is possessed and there is a montage of scenes depicting love and friendship...well.
I fucking LOST it.
But, if I'm being honest, I lost it a few minutes before that. I watched a scene I love where the Order of the Phoenix zoom into the Dept. of Mysteries in clouds of white smoke. As I watched a number of my favorite characters leaping into action, I realized that two years later, they would all die. And that's when the waterworks started.
I blame this firmly on pregnancy.*
*In actuality, when I read the 7th book, I cried myself to sleep and was depressed for several weeks. I have no problem admitted that I felt a genuine loss and grief** for some of those characters.
**Yeah. I'm an asshole.
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