The stories of a British fangirl

Don’t you ever wonder what
Will happen when it ends?
How can we let go of the
Ones who we call friends?
And I know, it’s only a story, but
For so many it’s more than that.
It’s a world, all on its own where we
Want to put on that Sorting Hat.

I will miss the train ride in.
And the pranks pulled by the twins.
And though it’s nowhere I have been
I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them.

Could there ever be again
Another one like this?
One that’s brought us together and
Started its own music movement?

Soon we will see it closed.
The final chapter exposed.
It’s an end of an era
And I’m seeing clearer
That nothing will ever be the same

This is the perfect ode to Potter, an my favourite wrock song. And when you combine the two parts; man I have no words for how I feel. It feels as if a part of me is dying. I'm hyperventilating, and my eyes are red and itchy by tears. I don't want it to end. I don't want it to end. It can't be over.