Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1

I fell in love with the first movie, and I started to devour the books.

The second confused me, but it’s okay.

The third disappointed me, the fourth brought back my trust.

It shattered by the fifth.

I didn’t care enough to watch the sixth.

And seventh, lucky number it is, made me fall in love all over again.

I always predicted the movie will started with action on the go. Seven Harry(es?) flew to the sky with their escorts, attacked by Death Eaters. Magic wand shots everywhere. People shouted. Action.

I glad I was wrong, because I liked the beginning even better. Instead of jump into action, we saw emotional suspense. Harry, Ron, Hermione, in their time before everything started again. Mostly I love how Emma Watson portrayed Hermione. Sadness, confused, but determined. She planned it all. Even to the safety of her muggle parents.

The scene when she used Obliviate charm to her parents was not in the book. We knew it happened. But instead of put it into dialog, they chose to show it. And I know from the emotion I felt then, this movie was going to be great.

One of my favorite part in the book, where Harry woke up in Black’s residence and he saw Ron and Hermione’s hands like they hold each other till they fell asleep. I had wanted to dance around because I was so happy they inserted that small moments.

Of course, not all the details were the same. I read the book about a year ago so I don’t remember it all. But, that’s what makes this movie much much better than the previous ones. Even without those details, it didn’t felt choppy. They warped such long scenes at Godric Hollows into just few minutes, but it’s still good to watch. And thank God, they decided to make it to two parts. Although we have to wait another year for part two, at least we get double awesomeness.

I believe, Harry Potter will become a legend, a tale itself. Harry Potter has become an icon. I never knew a world full of wizards can be so exciting before him. And I’m sure in another ten or twenty years, I’ll sit back and read all those seven books again, reminded by my own memories about this time when I’m still young. And maybe I’ll tell those stories to my children, and grandchildren, start with “Once upon a time, there’s a boy named Harry… “