Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1

I will miss Richard Griffiths very greatly. He was a fantastic actor and a great loss. He did an awesome job bringing Vernon Dursley to life the way he did.

Sometimes his true warmth peeked through, as in that one neat scene in the film Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone where he is talking about Sundays being a ‘fine day’ and asks why that is; Harry Melling’s Dudley shrugs his shoulders. Daniel’s Harry asks him if the reason was because there was no post on Sundays, and Richard momentarily dropped the Vernon persona and beamed warmly at him, replying with “Right u are, Harry”...

I tossed and turned around in bed as I tried to fall asleep. It was the dag before I left for Hogwarts for the new school year. I don’t know whether it was excitement of just that I had forgotten to pack something that kept me from falling asleep. I had packed all my robes, other clothes, boeken and all other stuff the dag before so that I wouldn’t have to participate in a scavenger hunt with Mum in the morning.
I sighed and turned over in bed again. The only bron of light I had was the faint light of the crescent moon outside, meaning I couldn’t really see much.
I closed my eyes but sleep...

All I could see was a magnificent building, with thousands of windows and lights. Many people were walking up the steps to the main entrance. An old man with a long white beard wore purple and silver robes, with a pointed hat to match. He had a lijst with names over it, ticking them off as the people reached the doors. I walked towards the man, and noticed all of the other people were in robes with a school crest embroidered onto them. I wore only my jeans and tshirt. "Name?" The old man asked me. "Ronald Weasley" I replied and looked at him. He scanned the lijst and shook his head. "Sorry, young...