The feeling that a chunk of your
heart was just
ripped out after having finished Harry
Potter and the Deathly Hallows, knowing that you will never again feel the anticipation, the excitment, the pre-release hype that ever accompanies a Harry Potter book release.
After gloating that she was right about Snape all along, post-Potter
depression kicked in and the girl locked herself in her room for a week
straight continuously sobbing and shouting riddiculous incantations at the door trying to make it turn into a portal to
Hogwarts.