Before you watch a film that you’ve been dying to see, you get that amazing feeling of excitement when the opening credits start to roll, followed by a big stupid awestruck grin on your face and settle into two hours of entertainment. However, on July 15

Yes, it's finally the end. On July 15th, the world will see the end of the biggest film franchise of all time, with the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part Two. Sure, no matter how epic it is, how much the special effects draw you in and how much it makes at the box office, the final Harry Potter film is just that- a film. We’ll pay exactly how much we paid to see Bridesmaids, we’ll go to the exact same cinema and buy the same popcorn-and-Coke meal deal. But to me, and many millions across the globe, this movie symbolizes so much more.

When I was in fourth class, my teacher brought in a book to read to us. Being such cool ten-year-olds, we all rolled our eyes when she started to read The Philosopher’s Stone, a story about a wizard. A wizard? What was she doing to us like? But we grew to be excited when she whipped out the book for a half an hour each day, and we listened, enraptured in the adventures at Hogwarts. From that moment on, I was hooked. Quite embarrassingly so. I was that girl who read every book on its release day and finished it by that night. Yes, I even went to a midnight release at Eason (not that long ago either).

To me, it wasn’t just a book series. It was a world that I could disappear into, and unlike many other books I read as a child, I could share my love of them without being a total bookish freak. It was even more special to me that I actually grew up with them. When Harry was ten, I was ten. When the final book came out, I was seventeen. Even though adults and kids alike read the series, I felt that they came out at such a perfect time for me; that I was meant to read them.

When the last book came out, I was devastated. But at least I had a few more films to get me through. But now, after next week, that’s it- no more Harry Potter releases. Ever. I will never get to see Harry Potter for the first time again. So my excitement for what I am sure is to be the best film of the year (seriously, have you seen the trailer? It should come in the dictionary next to the word ‘epic’) has been overshadowed by a deep sense of sadness and dismay. It kind of feels like approaching the last day of school, knowing you’ll never be back in that situation again.

I know what to expect when I go to see Deathly Hallows: Part Two and even without the emotional baggage, there’s going to be some heartbreaking moments. But when the credits roll, that will be the most heartbreaking moment of all- when I realise my adventure with Harry, Ron and Hermione- and, consequently a big chunk of my childhood- is finally over.

Pottermore better hurry up.