there is something sentimental about it; it was not just a trilogy.
it happened somewhen in my primary school. i dont recall exactly in what standard i was. everyone was reading Harry Potter's. if not, it will be Enid Blyton's. i was indeed one of them. in fact, i was begging ayah to buy me the book while he was at work. begging so hard that he even came home late with the book in his hand.
every little thing about Harry Potter's world, i mastered. like it was really exist, and i was waiting to be there. i dreamt about being in there, riding nimbus 2000, have an owl, learning spells, meet dumbledore, wearing the witch cloak, sort to Gryfindorr by sorting hat. mad ? i was not mad. i just terribly a harry potter's nerd.
i even heard a locomotive train somewhere from a far in my class almost everyday. i never knew whether it was really a locomotive train or not, because i never asked anyone. i swear i heard it and i simply thought it was a locomotive train that bring those lucky kids to hogwarts. until now, i still wondering where the hell the sound actually came from. because it sounds so real. its Kajang. other than Komuter, there is no other kind of train that exist.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows part 2; teardropped.
