I am only going to talk about Harry Potter for one (or two) more post(s) because I saw it again last night and my last name is Potter so I can do what I want!
There are a lot of really moving things, Hermione leaving her parents house, the grave yard, Fred when George's ear gets hexed off, Hermione telling Ron her and Harry are nothing, the dancing scene... I loved every minute of it. But, all three times I've seen it there is one moment that hits home a little harder than I anticipated.
I do normally try to relate at least one thing in my life to Harry Potter per day, it gives me a sense of completeness that can't be matched. But this, this moment, it hurt.
The scene is where the three of them enter Grimmauld Place, the dust in the hall begins to stir and a figure looking like Dumbledor yells while speeding toward them with an outstretched hand. The figure dissolves. The room is quiet. Hermione checks for any other tricks and there is nothing. No one.
She says, "we're alone."
And they are.
Sometimes I feel like that. No one is where I am right now and no one can understand me. I feel like I am the only one fighting for myself a lot of the time, and the people in my life who I should be able to lean on and confide in are uncaring, and uninterested.
I'm not important enough.
I don't matter.