Harry Potter...
It's down to this now. Two seperate buildings. Two houses. Nerds who are totally in love with Harry Potter, and kids that think they are being cool, and un-trendy and "whacky" by being in love with Harry Potter. You are one of them. Probably the second. Therefore posting a bulliten about the book must inevitbaly place me in one of these categories. As I read the outcomes, of storylines, and mysteries, and characters that were nothing more than letters on a page, and I remembered being 11 and reading the first one 6 times one summer, praying... that's right, praying, that some big hairy guy would come and tell me I'm a wizard. I remembered going to the first movie with my grandad, who (although he hid it well) did not want to be out in the cold at midnight for a kids movie. I remembered hating Gilderoy Lockhart, and fearing Sirius Black. Loathing Snape as much as the kids did themselves. Crying... when Dumbledore died. Cheering when Fred and George owned Umbridge. Peeves. Percy. Slughorn. Malfoy... I closed the book, after slowly digesting the last page, and I knew after worrying about, and, goofy as it may be, loving, these plots and kids and ideas, these marks on paper... I know in precisley which house I stand.

Viva La Harry Potter, from "The Boy Who Lived," to "The Flaw In The Plan".
We're with you hombre.

-MadeInIreland23.