The music drowns out all other sounds. I soak in every note, as if I'll never hear Hedwig's theme again.

The tension in the theatre is so thick, you could cut it with a severing charm.

No one dares to breathe.

Images parade across the screen, constantly in motion. Rising and falling, whirling around, like shadows in a dark forest. Uncatchable.

Deep in my soul is a powerful ache, half joy, half terrible sadness.

I sit and watch like someone would watch a car accident. Not wanting to see the end, but unable to tear my eyes away.

The seconds tick by. The end of the movie draws nearer and nearer.

And I know.

I know what I would see if I were to look into the Mirror of Erised at this very moment.

I would see a girl.

The Sorting Hat on her head, a wand in one hand, and an owl in the other.

She is obviously happy. Deliriously happy.

Around her stand familiar faces. Harry. Hermione. Ron. Ginny. Neville. Luna. The list goes on and on.

I long to be that girl.

That girl, who received her Hogwarts letter a few weeks ago and is in for the best time of her life.

And as I watch the movie, I become aware that I'm sitting on the very edge of my seat, leaning slightly forward.

As if I can fall into the movie and into Harry's world if I try hard enough.

As if I would give anything and everything in the world to go to Hogwarts.

Because I would.