It all started in college.
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was set to premiere, and I was going to do it up right, dammit. This was, after all, the first time that I’d be seeing any of the movies from the franchise in the company of friends and not my younger brother. There would be a group of us. We would go at midnight. We would have costumes. It would be glorious.
But first, I was going to have to watch all the other movies beforehand.
Friend/then-roommate Amy and I hosted a week of watching the previous five films at our house. We didn’t think of it as a marathon exactly, though I did tweet about the venture.
With that, a tradition was born.
For the two Deathly Hallow movies, I did the same thing; I’d attempt to watch all of the other movies before going to see the latest release in the theaters. It didn’t quite work out (I think I ended up watching HBP after seeing DH part 1), but I remained committed.
Then 2012 happened, and I found myself sad at the prospect of not being able to marathon HP movies before any sort of release. My childhood had ended the previous year, with me bawling my eyes out in a theater sometime way past midnight and then having to get my sluggish self to work the next morning.
But maybe it didn’t have to be over. Maybe I could rewatch all the movies and tweet my heart out anyway.
I decided to try to center the event around Harry’s birthday, July 31. I watched all of the movies from start to finish over the course of several days, livetweeted every single one and probably lost many followers in the process.
Last year, I did it again. And this year, I’ve marched onward. Tonight marked the 2014 viewing of HBP. If I watch the next two movies as planned over the next couple days, I’ll actually finish on Neville Longbottom’s birthday, which is very acceptable to me (because Neville = BAMF).
And while I’m sure the tweets annoy the hell out of some people, I know others seem to be entertained:
I picked up the first Harry Potter book when I was 11 years old, the same age Harry was in Sorcerer’s Stone. And if #hpmarathon is a way for me to relive part of my childhood once a year, then you can bet I’m not stopping anytime soon.