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Monday, 1 August 2011

So This Is What The Barrier Feels Like

Since the very day I started this blog, it has been a guarantee that I would write something on Harry Potter. I’m not talking about a mention or even a paragraph that happens to tie in with other subjects: prepare for a full on Harry Potter fest. Any of you who follow my musings regularly (and, seeing as I am doing this entirely differently, I’d like to take the opportunity to say thank you to those who do – it is very much appreciated!) will know that my blogs are my (mainly critical) comments on the world. I decided that I was never going to write anything that accounted to a day in my life – I figured that would be boring for anyone reading and entirely unproductive in my reach for a future in journalism: the closest I have come to it was my review of the Glee Live! Tour. However, I am (over-dramatically) about to make a rather large exception.

Thursday 7th July 2011, and I was right behind the barrier at the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 World Premiere. Yes indeed, my friend and I were some of the screaming mad people right at the front of the crowd, albeit we were in Leicester Square instead of Trafalgar and we had arrived in fact on Thursday morning rather than the Monday before hand. I shall spare you the long-winded version. It’s likely that many people reading this have already caught my monologue in person and are tired of hearing it already. However, by the time we got to Trafalgar Square at about eight that morning (with permission from school; we weren’t truanting) the place was already packed. After a mistaken attempt at trying to get into the square itself (genuinely, we had no idea we couldn’t get in) we were informed that without a “red wristband” we could not get in, and that these had all been given out days before. To cut a very long story short, six security guards (we were inquiring, not in trouble) and countless “Go home. You have no chance without a red wristband”s later, we were a mere step away from leaving. But I wasn’t quite finished. I walked up to who we think was the head of security and begged him. Was there no-where we could go?
“Leicester Square.” he said.
“We were there half an hour ago,” I replied “The place is dead and the people we met told us that we were better off watching the premiere on TV.”
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Part Two
“Leicester Square,” he repeated, “They’re letting 800 people in before shutting the whole place down. Get there quickly, and keep it to yourself. Run!”
Outside the biggest premier London
has ever seen
So that was it. We ran to Leicester Square as if we had just performed a whole bout of underage magic and the entire Ministry of Magic was hot on our heels. When we arrived we headed for the biggest cinema out of the three there (which were all showing the film, there were that many people). After asking a woman what exactly was going on here, and gaining the response “This is the Harry Potter premiere” in a thick Scottish accent, we decided to stay put. We made our way to the front of a crowd of people and were effectively penned in. We had initially been scared that the barriers would be cage like and that, despite the fact we were at the border of the civilian collection, we would be unable to see the cast. Yet, amazingly, they put up the waist high barriers that you see in videos of the premiers. Prime position for autographs.

Having stared at this image for nearly nine
hours, I think it will be embedded in my
brain forever.
It is surprising to state that the next six hours went by quite quickly. You make friends in these situations; it’s impossible not to. Crammed into a tiny space and rain cascading down in torrents over our heads – you end up as if you have known each other all your life. Of course, leaving to find shelter was simply out of the question. Once out of the “pen” you’re not allowed back in, and even if we’d just moved backwards to get underneath the ledge of the cinema, we’d have never regained our phenomenal position. So there we remained, with the sound of building works echoing around and the only thing to look at being the enormous poster opposite us or each other (which realistically, got a bit creepy after a while. At one point I had to explain to someone behind me that I did not have a twin sister called Ola, nor was I Swedish). However, we were entertained by several TV crews, and I await to see myself appear on Polish, French and Spanish news channels. Plus, apparently we were on CBBC Newsround, though I’ve been unable to find it on the internet just yet.

The Red Carpet
By about six o’clock, the actors began to arrive. For the previous hour, a bunch of what can only be described as “nobody’s” had been prancing up and down the red carpet. Most had clearly had either bought their way in or were friends of the cast and crew , although some seemed to have won themselves tickets in (I dislike them thouroughly). However, a few clearly thought they were the stars themselves; they kept waltzing up and down like prize turkeys the day after thanksgiving. Fortunately the woman whos skirt was so short absolutely everyone was able to see her underwear (as well as some other things that should never be displayed to several hundred people in public) only walked past us once. It was funny – as people we didn’t know rounded the corner on to our portion of the red carpet, those closest began to scream in anticipation. The first twenty minutes were funny and even cute, especially with the children, but nearly an hour on when every time a slight scream went up about fifty people behind me would surge up and ram me and everyone else on the front line into the barrier; yeah, that’s when it started to get a bit tedious. It was like the film world’s equivalent of the front of the moshpit, with all the injuries that accompany it. I have bruises all along my arms, knees and stomach from where I was repeatedly and incessantly pounded into the barrier; at points I was almost doubled over the top of it. You musn’t think that I’m complaining though – I would do it a million times over if I could have that day again. Though I have to say that I am glad I was at the front: if I had been caught in the middle of everyone with my claustrophobia and having people pressing in from all sides; well, lets say I would’ve definitely made it onto the news then.

Bertie Gilbert, aka Scorpius Malfoy
Julie Walters, aka Molly Weasley
(in the golf buggy)
Anyway, at about six the cast began to arrive. I don’t think it’s harsh to say that they seemed to arrive in order of importance, with the exception of Ralph Fiennes, who turned up rather early in the evening. Nonetheless, the first to grace the scene were the children of the epilogue. For those of you who – for some strange reason – have not read the final instalment of JK Rowling’s predigious creation, then please be aware that there are some plot points about to be revealed (though I doubt it is anything that you would be unable to guess).  The first people we saw  were Ryan Turner (Hugo Weasley), Helena Barlow (Rose Weasley), Will Dunn (James Potter), Arthur Bowen (Albus Potter) and Bertie Gilbert (Scorpius Malfoy), the children from “Nineteen Years Later”. It was funny – they all looked astonished to be there, as if one good pinch and they would wake up in their beds entirely anonymous. After that followed nearly every member of the Harry Potter cast that you could possibly mention. Not all were signing – and even those that were couldn’t stop to autograph everyone’s – and some were cruising along in golf buggies, like Julie Walters (Molly Weasley). It’s actually probably a good time to mention that all the pictures included in this blog were taken with my own camera. I just realised that it’s probably strange to a reader that in a article on Harry Potter that there are no pictures of the boy wonder himself, nor his two best friends. However, I thought that it would be better to show you what I could see rather than just downloading something off of Google Images. It also gives me the opportunity to show really how close we were to everyone there: after all, not one of these pictures are zoomed in. I was mocked at school on Friday when I told people that but hey. When they are that close to their favourite celebrities, then they can judge. I did feel a bit bad though about the people I did photgraph up close, which in my defense does explain the lack of them. These poor people had to deal with physchotic fans screaming for their signature on a piece of paper like frustrated bank managers past their boiling point. Then suddenly BAM camera in the face and a photo filched before they have any chance to react. However, when Helena Bonham Carter arrived, I was unable to resist and thus my best picture taken. I think my only regret of the day is that there was not enough time for me to have my picture with any of my idols – but having been luckier than I could ever have imagined, I’m  not exactly grumbling. Anyhow, I gained nineteen autographs, a high five off of Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley) and conversations with the likes of Oliver Phelps (George Weasley), Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy), Matthew Lewis (Neville Longbottom), Miriam Margoyles (Prof. Pomona Sprout) and Darren Criss (Blaine from Glee. I know he’s not from Harry Potter but he did star as the Chosen One in Starkid’s A Very Potter Musical, so he had a perfectly valid reason to be there. I’ve also just realised that I wrote about seeing him in my last blog too, and would like to point out that I am not stalking him and his supermegafoxyawesomehotness. Much.). Despite the fact that neither Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) nor Emma Watson (Hermione Granger) got out of the car to greet the fans in Leicester Square, I left London happier than Hagrid surrounded by dragons.
Helena Bonham Carter, aka Bellatrix

It was an unforgettable day; an experience that mirrors the effect that the Harry Potter series has had not only on me, but across the world on so many people. As I write this I realise I’m already on 1,788 words and I haven’t actually begun to talk about the sensation itself. It’s bizarre. It took me until this morning for the truth to sink in: that it’s all nearly over. I’ve been convincing myself for weeks that it’ll never be over, that I will continue to re-read the books and re-watch the films and of course I will do (that for certain will never change) but as I listened to Glee’s cover of Landslide, it hit me that there is nothing more coming.
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older, and I'm getting older too”
It fits perfectly. People my age have grown up alongside the cast of our beloved films, and it is a genuinely frightening thought to consider life without them. Harry Potter isn’t just a series of books: it’s a way of life. When I was upset I wouldn’t turn to music or TV like others might; I turned to my HP books. When I woke up in the middle of the night after a nightmare, I didn’t hug a teddy and hope the shadows disappeared; I flicked on a light and read until my head was filled with thoughts of Hogwarts. On a holiday in Cornwall one year, having read my other book, I spent the remainder of the break reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on loop, and still laughed at every joke like it was the first time I had seen it. I’ve said before in a previous blog that a good book “should transport someone so drastically into another world that leaving it behind makes you feel homesick” and that’s exactly what the Harry Potter series does.

I shall put this bit as bluntly as possible: the films do not compare. Admittedly, they are amazing pieces of art (despite the fact that they grieviously messed up Half-Blood Prince), and they did an incredible job of creating sets like Hogsmeade and Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes; but nothing could ever cover the depth and intensity of the books. They create a whole world so extraordinary that it feels real; people may joke about receiving their Hogwart’s acceptance letter, but I genuinely thought it was coming. I am proud to be a Potterhead, and I want to thank JK Rowling for seven exceptional books and Warner Bros for ten unbelievable years. But after all - it will only truly be gone when none here are loyal to it.

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