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I finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows sometime last night, after having recieved my copy at midnight at Waldenbooks. There are no words to truly describe how I feel about this book.

The information about characters contained in this books is so shocking, but at the same time, makes things make a lot of sense, that I feel torn about some of it. We find out things about Dumbledore, Snape, Lily, and several other's that we never even imagined! Questions left unanswered from the previous books are all answered and explained within these 759 pages.

However, it's not only that that makes this an awesome book, it is the emotional aspect of the book that really got to me. Holding this book in my hand (while talking to my best friend on the phone discussing it), it finally hit me that, hell, this is it! No more Harry Potter! (books) Whenever I was reading the other ones, I was always anticipating the next one, what would happen next in them, but now, this is it, it's over and I'm not sure exactly that J.K. Rowling actually understands what an impact she has had with these books, not completely.

Harry Potter made me want to read, and when I read, I learn so much, it made me change my ways towards certain things and opened doors for me I never knew were there. And it's just not me, it also applies to a lot of my friends, who are, as we speak, still pouring of the last chapters of the saga, and of course, it also applies to thousands of millions of kids (and even adults) around the world. J.K. doesn't know just how greatful I am, but I swear, I wouldn't have it any other way.

As for the content of the books itself, it was addicting. Even if I put the book down for a minute, I felt my throat constricting, anxiety rising, because it felt as if I had just left a person hanging there, and it made me feel guilty. The need to know what happens overruled my fear of actually reaching a definite end.

I don't think I've ever cried so much. I ran out of kleenex and then I had to steal the toilet paper, by the end of the night my room was littered with wads of tissue and I was sobbing as I read. Why? Well, I've grown up with these characters and the new information found in this books makes certain events hard to accept.

*Spoiler Alert*

I've always loved the Weasly twins, Fred and George have been a constant fixture in the series that has brought me laughs when a lot of other things seemed gloomy. This is why I was so devistated when Fred Weasley died. I was so upset, because I thought, 'how will his brother cope?' They've always relied on each other to pull the other through, and they were doing to well considering the dire situation and George's uncurable injury. I can't begin to imagine what it would be like to lose a twin, especially since they were so close, a person who is like a mirror image of yourself, and I asked myself, why was it necessary to take him?

However, it wasn't until the first round of the final battle was over and Harry discovered that Remus Lupin, and his wife, Nymphadora Tonks, were dead. The short description of how they rested, lifeless, below the enchanted ceiling, as if asleep, had me in tears. I called my best friend at 2 in the morning, sobbing uncontrolably, but I couldn't tell her what had happened because she was in the beginning chapters, having gotten her book late. I cried and cried, because I couldn't help it. They had just had a baby, poor baby Ted, with his color changing hair, was left without parents! And I asked myself and whoever was listening, 'how, how could she do that to them?' But I had a terrible suspicion it would happen from the moment I found out Tonks was pregnant. I knew it would happen, because it would be so cruel. It took around 40 minutes and talk about a parody of Lucius Malfoy (which always makes me laugh), to calm me down enough to be able to read again.

And then we got to the part with Snape's memories and Dumbledore's true plan. And I couldn't help it but cry again! I didn't want anyone to see me because I looked hideous in my grief! I couldn't even call my friend again because I had called her billions of time this night to bother her when she was trying to get ahead in the book. Snape, who we all thought had betrayed us, had loved Lily Potter since they had been children, and through one mistaken word, lost her forever. He joined the Dark Lord, but when Lily was threatened, his love for her drove him to seek Dumbledore's help. He resented Harry, but had the need to keep him save, because he was Lily's son, and because Harry had her eyes. Dumbledore's cruel intention, of having Harry die to save everyone, along with Snape's grief and anger over that plan made me cry. But Snape acted under Dumbledore's orders; he killed Albus before he was taken by a vile cruse. And even when he was killed by Voldemort, he asked Harry just to look at him, a last view of the eyes of the woman he loved. Even his Patronus had expressed his eternal love, it was a doe, just like Lily's. I mourned the loss of Serverus Snape.

I rejoiced in the new found wisdom of Harry's, and was elated with his victory over Voldemort. Even the epilogue was epic, and I feel a good sense of closure with this series. Still, I can't help but wish...and cry, because it's all over and a chapter of my own life is closing.

*End of Spoilers*

So, to those who have stuck with Harry until the very end, read the book, enjoy it, and appriciate it.