“I took one look at James on the stretcher and burst into tears. I can’t even imagine how it would feel to lose him. We have done everything together since birth and to see my brother laying down on a stretcher pretending to be dead just killed me inside. After James got up and I gave him a huge hug, David said you did great, it was very believable. Then I told him I just thought of it as me and James not Fred and George.” — Oliver Phelps on filming Fred’s death
In case you haven’t guessed, my favorite Weasleys are Fred and George. I love them so deeply and I sobbed my eyes out when Fred died. I mean really sobbed. So I needed to do this post FINALLY. Without further ado, here’s the bestest tribute on my blog!
To Fred and George Weasley!
And then the sad part begins….
Major credit and love for James and Oliver. Without them Fred and George would not have been as great on the big screen. They couldn’t have chost two better actors to play Gred and Forge.
(James is on the left and Oliver is on the right. For those of you who are unsure, Fred was played by James and George was played by Oliver.)
You can expect more from me in the future about the loves that are Fred and George.
So I’m hanging in my bedroom, watching some TV, when all of a sudden my little brother comes in and changes the channel on MY TV. I’m sitting there looking at him and I’m all:
He gives me this look like:
And I return it with my own look like:
And change the channel back to what I was watching. He’s all:
and takes my remote away and changes the channel back to what he was watching. So I did what any big sister would do:
I told my my mom. As he was leaving, all dejected like, I couldn’t help it.
So I FINALLY got to sleep at around 6am and I woke up at 9. A little over three hours. Go me. Needless to say, I should be exhausted, but I am not. I just can’t be.
I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 just a couple of hours ago and I spent half of the film clutching my milkduds and slushie so hard I thought my hand would for sure crush the cup and cardboard, but it didn’t, and the other half weeping so hard I thought my chest would implode.
They somehow managed to kill EVERYONE I loved (except Ron, George and Neville, thank GOD) in a matter of 15 minutes. I sobbed so hard when Fred died, but even harder when Snape died. I felt like I was losing a dear friend when I watched Snape die. He was an amazing character and Alan Rickman was SO wonderful in the role, that you cant help but feel the loss deep in the pit of your stomach. I was ECSTATIC when they did Snape’s Death scene though. They truly did it justice.
So, today, so far, I am EMOTIONALLY drained. I got my crying out plus, I got to complete my Harry Potter experience by doing what I promised I would. I took my Sirius Black wand with me to the film, and as the screen went black and the score soared through the theater, I raised my wand high above my head and spoke the words that would symbolize the completion of something that great…”Mischief Managed.”
1. Denial: You may go see the movie and cry your eyes out or you may go and say “This isn’t it! JK Rowling MUST do more!”
2:Anger: You may send angry letters or emails to a one Ms. JK Rowling, demanding to know “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!? I WAS A LOYAL FAN! I AM A GOOD PERSON! WHY MUST YOU RIP MY HEART OUT AND LEAVE ME HERE TO BLEED!???”
3.Bargaining: You may stand outside the theater, offering money, sex or even your collector’s edition whachumyacallit to someone if they will only take you in with them to watch the greatest ending of all time. You may also go to JK Rowling’s offices and beg for her to “Please do something?! I’ll do anything!”
4.Depression: You may curl into a ball, surrounded by your Harry Potter memorabilia, sobbing for days until you finally stop, feeling tired and used, and for so long afterward you will feel like a broken hollow mockery of the human condition and nothing will make it better.
5. Acceptance: Finally, you may go to Best Buy, preorder the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 2 BluRay, and you will go about your life, visiting POTTERMORE occasionally, but a part of you will always belong to the Potter.